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Post by Zoken on Feb 24, 2004 4:24:36 GMT -5
Don't know where you'd put this. IP made a comment on Xfactor once and thats what this is based on. we can throw in action later. (Unless you feel completely comfortable real names are not needed. go ahead an use fake ones, I will)
He walked into the convention room. as always he was obsenely early. for three years he had visted the site "Randomness & Storylines". for three years he had RPed with the people invited to this convention. in three years, this would be the fist time all of them would meet off line. he was nervous to say the least. who ever had set up had left a pad of name tags with a marker. he reached down and made one up for himself. at the top it said ZOKEN, underneath that it read Scott Steel. he took a deep breath and waited for his virtual friends. he waited for Velly, A_B, IP, Panther, and the other RPers. he was most anxious to meet one inparticular. very anxious to meet Evil Carlita.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 24, 2004 4:53:57 GMT -5
She adjusted her glasses, which had slid down, again, and sighed. She hated conventions, or more accurately, she hated large groups of people. "How did I let them talk me into this?" she muttered.
She was dressed casually, black jeans and a T-shirt that read "Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get me". Her hip length blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she wore one silver ball earring. On her wrist was a copper bracelet and on her back was a bookbag.
There was the booth...nice banner...kudos...nametags? Oi, name tags...in purple marker she wrote "Veldrin Dalharil. Yes, it's drow." under that she wrote "Beth Stillwater" under that she wrote "If you can read this, you are in biting range"
She slapped the sticker onto the edge of her shirt near her left jean pocket and leaned against the table.
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 24, 2004 17:35:33 GMT -5
A tall, thin blond figure was next in, dressed in a loose, plain blue t-shirt and jeans. Quickly procuring a nametag, he pulled out a pen and wrote in the center, "*IP". Then, after adding, under *IP, Nicholas Sebastian, he began to fill in the rest of his many, many made up titles. These included, most notably, "Lord and Commander of the Lobster Army", "Future Owner of the World", "Resident Blue Elf Fanatic".
Smirking, he looked around and said aloud, "Why did we get an entire convention hall?!"
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 24, 2004 19:17:37 GMT -5
"So we'll have room to run around, duh!" Carlin said, walking in. She had red hair at the moment, darker underneath than on the top layers that showed, and it came down a little past her shoulders. She wore a plain white shirt with dark denim pants, and an obviously worn dark green purse with patches all over it hung at her side.
She was grinning incessantly, as she normally did whenever she was really nervous. It was great finally seeing the people she had grown to know so well online.
"IP..." she laughed, "you're even taller than I expected..." Standing by him, her head didn't even come up to his shoulder. "Tall people..." she muttered. "I do have the advantage though, she said to his nametag. "Ever heard of the Napoleon complex? I'm going to be the one ruling the world.
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 24, 2004 21:00:24 GMT -5
"Bah. Napoleon complex. Last time I looked, Napoleon did not end up rather well off." IP pointed out with a grin. "And, besides, height notwithstanding...I have the lobster army!"
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 24, 2004 23:39:39 GMT -5
Suddenly the main doors burst open and a figure darted in wearing a long coat and hat. Turning around he quickly slammed the doors, pulled up a lobby post and slammed it through the handles, turned and leapt over the table and then pushed it infront of the doors. That done he stopped and stood facing the door, "HA HA get me now!"
Then beneath the hat a fuzzy ear turned and he glanced back over his shoulder at the others present. Looking down at the table he quickly picked up a name tag and began scribbling. Turning to face them at last the figure stripped off his hat and coat, revealling a lion wearing blue jeans, black boots and a black Thundercat's shield t-shirt. The name tag read "A_B hyperactive, pyromaniac super genius. Reward."
"So...what's up?"
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 25, 2004 0:37:03 GMT -5
Beth blinked up ta the ceiling, she had smacked to the floor when the table she was using as a prop had suddenly become a door barricade.
"Ow" was the only coherent thing she could say for a moment. She should have forseen this...here she was, here to meet her friends and fellow boredom battlers...and she was on the floor.
Well...at least she was comfortable. "I hope none of you are adverse to blood shed, because someone will bleed when I get up" she said conversationally.
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 25, 2004 0:40:48 GMT -5
A_B blinked, fumbled with his fingers nervously then quickly moved forward. "Oh man, I'm sorry. Really, are you alright? Did that hurt?" he bent down to pick her up, dusting her pants and back off.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 25, 2004 2:40:12 GMT -5
Scott looked down at himself. he had overdressed. since his recent successes with writing he had bought some nice things, such as the ticket out to vegas for this convention. he was in the Electric blue suit he had always imagined Mr. Zoken wearing. also he was wearing the blue sunglasses on his front pocket. his light brown hair had grown out again and was down to the bottome of his neck, not quite his shoulders. he kept brushing it from his face. a small bald spot was STILL not conceled by the hair length (lets all be honest about how we look) he had begun balding at eighteen and it was his biggest selfconfidence killer. he strode forward to help the fallen off the ground. "Velly?" he asked with a smile.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 25, 2004 2:46:33 GMT -5
"Gah, in the flesh, or semi-knocked-on-the-head flesh anyway. Thank you A_B, Zoken, I'm assure you I can stand, I just didn't feel like it..."
She rubbed the back of her head gingerly and held her breathe until the spots went away. "Teach me to lean on tables in volatile situations...next time I sit on the damn thing."
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Post by Zoken on Feb 25, 2004 2:49:29 GMT -5
Scott looked sideways at her. "Somehow," he said. "I expected no glasses and dark hair... I guess I always pictured you as that elf on the top of our screens."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 25, 2004 3:05:36 GMT -5
"Yes, I know, it dissapoints me too. Glasses since I was three and the blonde...gods...the jokes...I have to hurt people..." She fished in her baga moment and caem up with a bottle of Ibuprofen. "Thought we'd need it eventually" she muttered.
"Besides, the elf at the top of the screen looks to sad to me...I let anyone see me like that."
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Post by Zoken on Feb 25, 2004 3:13:53 GMT -5
"hey," Scott smiled. "Same here. I was just a little... well self conscious." he pulled his glasses from an inside pocket. "Since i was three."
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 25, 2004 3:18:15 GMT -5
A_B watched the conversation with some confusion then coughed to interupt. "Uh...ahem. Sorry but...were cool right? No harm no foul? Or rather, a little bump and dirt no foul that requires punishment?"
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 25, 2004 3:21:07 GMT -5
She glanced at A_B "I don't get revenge while people are expecting it." she said calmly.
Then she turned back to Zoken "Hey, blind as a bat like me or just fuzzy?"
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