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Lost at Shore - Part 5 Finale

The storm howled outside as Veronica, the three sailors and "Captain" Graham of the recloning bunker sat around a wooden table, sipping rum. The wet coat and hat of the Captain hanging from a hook.

'We drifted,' Jim explained. 'Lost at shore, no compass, stars hidden.'

'We could not find the way back,' Stormy added. 'All at sea, all at sea we were.'

'Marooned,' Ishmael exclaimed. 'We were marooned.'

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Gunman (part 2)

Many Years Ago.


Joe Spivey's picture

Pictures of old players (Characters) needed.

Hi everyone.

I have a big ask to make.

The new story I am doodling relies a lot on flashbacks. (I have chats going back to June 2012) but my memory isn't what it used to be.

So, to be faithful to those who took part in the RP I am flashbacking (is that a word) to I would like pictures for visual reference to my written description.

The first flashback involves the characters listed below. Anyone I can't get a picture of I will have to invent a description for them so apologies to the players.

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Gunman

Joe unlocked the smaller, two drawer, filing cabinet in his study and reached inside to disarm the ‘thing’. That done, he flicked through the files until he found what he was looking for.

Silja Henningsdottir's picture

Curiosity.

 

 

“I likes our speshkul talk.” Anneka gave her most inquisitive stare at Silja across the table. “Why dun’t Momma and Poppa know the speshkul talk?

 

Slija smiled back. “That’s because they have not learned to speak Icelandic.”

 

“Why?”

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BACK YARD sam

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Summer Reading

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For years, this site has been a real heaven for me to express how I feel, and not just about the Fallen Earth game. There are poets here, and artists, and 3D modellers recently. What a fantastic place! I think there is a lot of experience shared in this forum, not just about art and writing, but about communicating with others even if you don't speak the same language. 

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Lost at Shore - Part 4

It was amazing, so real it was real, even sails. The ship was large enough for the three men but small enough to hide behind the hill. What was even stranger were the four big wheels attached. Veronica looked closer and noticed the ship was on a wooden frame on wheels.

'Our ship!' Stormy said. 'The problem is we have no water to sail on,' Stormy added moving his hand around the land around them.

'You built this?' Veronica asked amazed.

'Yes,' Jim said. 'If only we can sail. Imagine! Us on the water! Jim Hawkins back on the sea!'

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Lost at Shore - Part 3

'Are you sure we are not on the sea?' groaned Veronica.

'Sure,' said Stormy. 'On the land unfortunately.'

'But we are still swaying,' complained Veronica.

Jim laughed, 'It is the rum Veronica.'

'I will never drink room again,' Veronica groaned. 'My head feels terrible.'

Bang! Bang! Ishmael was hitting a hammer on a metal rod. 'How does this work?' he asked.

'No! No!' moaned Veronica. 'Too much noise!'

'I am trying to make a magnet,' Ishmael said.

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Life Before Death: Jacob (Pt 3)

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(Artist: Errr?) (Myousick: Hollow)

 

 

 

 

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Lost at Shore - Part 2

The sailors were singing.

What shall we do with a drunken Veronica?
What shall we do with a drunken Veronica?
What shall we do with a drunken Veronica?
Early in the morning!

"I am noth thrunk," Veronica said red eyes half closed and waving a bottle in front of her as she sat on a chest in the sailor hut.

'Are you sure?' Ishmael said. 'You look a little unsteady.'

'Noth,' Veronica said speaking a little louder than normal. She stood up, swayed a little and grabbed the box to stop her falling.

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They are here!

This is Susan Grindel at Spider Hill radio with your messages. Let me read the next message, it is. where is the paper? Ahh here, yes the next message is from a Mrs King who wishes good recovery to her husband Stephen. He has injuries from a spider who unfortunately bit his... oh... ummm.. bit him. Yes, he was, umm, injured. Mrs King bit him, umm, no, the spider, yes the spider wishes good, umm, bit him, errr...

THEY ARE HERE!

What? The spiders are here?

NO! ALIENS!

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For Mother ..

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It had been a much hotter than usual summer day in New Flagstaff. Not the usual dry desert heat but oppressively humid.

Neither did the evening rain come. It was just hot, humid, even at 02:45.

People lay on top of their beds, windows were open. It was stultifying.

 

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Who's yer Daddy? Part 2 - Hide and Seek

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** Mood music **

((Most of lyrics also included in story))

**Continuation from pt 1

**A house just outside Tannerfield**

Ding Dong, I know that you can hear me, open up the door, I only want to play .. a little.

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Who's yer Daddy? Part #1 - Out of the Wilderness

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**Just outside Tannerfield**

"Dammit"

Glenda heard his swearing commence as soon as the lights went out, the generator he had just given an overhaul must have failed she thought, then worried about the mood it would send him into.

He banged, crashed and cursed his way down the dark stairs, the noise competing with the sounds of the fierce wind slapping tree branches against the house and shaking the windows.The weather matched his temper.

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Sticky Situations at Chez Spivey

 

"Ég lítur út eins og fordæmdur strákur!" Anneka snapped out in Icelandic.

"No you don't look like a boy." Slija helpfully translated for Kirsten's sake, omitting the expletive, naturally. "Look, Momma has you in a lovely dress ! Boy's dont wear dresses now, do they?"

Anneka had a face like thunder. If such a look could kill. Silja fussed at the dress trying desperately to reaffirm Anneka's self-identity. It was not working. Kirsten sighed, she was non to pleased also.

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The Day Joe's Life Changed

 

Her side...

 I see a dark green sporty car by the auctioneer. 

            I ask out loud " Who's is this?"

             "Oi ! My car.. bugger off away from it, I've just had the resprayed!",  Came the reply from a rather older chap who had just dropped all his papers on the ground.

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Being in a weird place - part two

Subdane swam for the surface as fast as his arms and legs allowed. Adrenaline surged his body, making him kick faster and harder. He struggled to prevent panic overwhelming him, finding it difficult to practice the proper swimming techniques and not just splash his arms and legs frantically and ultimately helplessly around. He was alive, and he didn’t care if it was some manifestation of his mind. He felt it and relived it.

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(Waffel) House Calls

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"Nice threads !" 

Theis elbowed Hyle and nodded at the man who had just got out of a rather well mentained car and was heading for the Waffelhus door.

Hyle glanced up from makng a list in her notepad, glanced down then immediately looked up once more. She smiled, stood up straight and smoothed out her red Waffelhusvest. She looked back at Theis, who was also smoothing out his waffelhusvest.

"I saw him first." Theis smirked.

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Lost at Shore

'Ahoy!'

Veronica looked around. Nobody. Strange.

'Ahoy!'

The voice again. Veronica looked around again. Nobody.

'Up here!'

Veronica looked up. Nobody.

'Behind you! Up here!'

Veronica turned around and looked up. There was a tower near a wooden hut. Up the tower on the ledge was a man dressed in white. He waved at Veronica.

'Ahoy!'

Perhaps he is Czech, Veronica thought. 'Err.. ahoy,' she replied. 'Errr...dobree den...'

'Dobee what?' the man said confused.

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A New Sheriff In Town

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Engel's picture

Los Alamos

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“It’s an interesting place. You’ll see.”

A moat, a canal going nowhere... an imaginary border. And behind it, solid buildings. Skyscrapers! Incredible.

“Whoa!” I said.

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Carry the load

“No, it’s OK. I’ll get Theis to lift the ammo up to you.”

 

Hyle backed the Rover up close to Reavy’s tank. Theis wondered what it was exactly he had let himself in for when he took the barista job at The Waffelhus.

 

“Nice shade of pink, Hyle.” Reavy said with a tiny bit of enthusiasm.

 

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The Truth of Consequences (Rear Window addendum)

 

The room was clean and tidy but basic. Silja threw her rucksack on the bed then sat herself on the end. She let the dam burst. She finally let herself cry more than she ever cried in her entire life. Even more than when her mother died, but then she was only eight. That was different, a sort of numbness where she allowed the adults around her take her away from the stinking room where Momma had died, an emaciated worn out husk of her former beautiful self who had lost the fight.

 

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It was a dark and stormy night...

'It was a dark and stormy night...' Well it had been, hadn't it? Finny, after finishing Oliver Twist, had decided that she was going to write a book. She was going to write the story of getting her locket back and become rich, and famous, and live inna big house bigger than Joe's... All she needed to do was get past 'It was a dark and stormy night.' Or at least get the line to stop going round and round in her head so that she could concentrate on her work.

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Flickers Of Light

Tink, tink tink...

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Not like this...


When he was a kid, he dreamed of apocalypse.

No laws but the law of the strongest. Total, frightening freedom. And it could be romantic too. Blasting over windswept roads with a good, unconcerned soul by his side, a pack of hungry, rabid dogs barking and chasing his car and an old record of Lana Del Rey weeping from the stereo. In this dream, everywhere he looked there would be nothing. And there would be nowhere to go. There is no better or worse place hiding over the hill. That is the true apocalypse, a huge steamroller flattening everything down. 

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The Waffelhus Gets a Facelift

Hyle had decided several weeks before the birth of Ichiro that The Waffelhus was looking a bit dreary, even the clinic was looking more modern.

Her first thought was to get Taiyoko in to do some odd jobs, but she decided that he was probably to busy, what with impending fatherhood, the job at Joe's factory and what-not.

So she tracked down a team of builders. Oz, Moxy, Neville, Wayne and Dennis from New Flagstaff.

 

"Err. Ya divvent need any roofin work d'yer, Pet? Coz wha havvint got a roofer see. Eez.. err ,dissapeerd ... somewhere"

 

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Rear Window [Epilogue]

 

Somewhere at the bottom of a canyon, a phone rang, It was enough to momentarily scare away the mutated beast which was pawing away at strips of duct tape. The phone stopped ringing. The beast sniffed the air and sensing no danger returned to it’s meal. After the phone rang several times more, the beast no longer saw the need for caution, it simply ignored the sound and tore the carcass of it’s lunch apart.

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Rear Window [16]

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 “We were going to do some building work, honestly !”

Anson struggle against the handcuffs. Dwight said nothing as he wound a roll of duct tape round and round the body of Bartram who was just starting to recover from being cattle-prodded.

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