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Recko_glyph
06/01/2007 10:33 PM

This is NOT an open thread, please do not post here or ask to join here, as this is the test of an Idea in the making

If you would like to know more please

[url:http://www.rpgconsortium.com/forums/discussions.cfm?forumid=67&topicid=315083]go here [/url]

[b]When the thread is done it will be made clear [/b] and this (along with a similar post) will be open to comments and questions when they are both finished

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Friday, June 1, 2007 10:34 PM]

Recko_glyph
06/04/2007 1:50 AM

(The following takes place during 3 pm and 9pm on June 2nd)

It had been a hot day In Jacksonville and it was only just now beginning to cool down a little.

On a small suburban street there stood a large yellow truck on the left side of the road that was parked just past a small sewer drain. It carried a tank (also yellow) and had a rather large tube like extension coming out from the top of the tank and hanging past the yellow tanks end.

It had a long red line painted around the yellow tank with a red circle in the middle of line on both sides of the tank with a message on the topside of the line that read "City Sewage Inspections". On the drivers side of the truck, a group of 4 men where eating and had just turned on the radio.

[i]...and so on the 5th day of his hospitalization John Barne, the richest man on earth has finally passed on.[/i]

The story had been all over the news for the last few days. John Barne, the richest man on earth was now dead.

[i]John Barne had been hospitalized on the 29th of May after suffering a stroke during a charity dinner event to support cancer research In Palm springs. He was then brought to the Desert Regional medical hospital around 8pm that night and was placed into the intensive care unit in which he remained until his death shortly after noon today.

But now the big question that's now on everyone's mind is what will happen to John Barnes incredibly large fortune. As many of you know...[/i]

The passengers side door of the truck suddenly swung open and there was a short -click- of the radio indicating it had been turned off

"Hey pops," said one of the men on the drivers side "we were listening to that man"

"Well..." responded the older man from the passengers side "I don't get paid to sit on my ass and neither do you so get the hell up and do some damn work!"

Another of the men on the drivers side who was drinking water wiped his mouth and said "Alright guys lets get back to work before this old fart has a stroke himself and we get stuck carrying his wrinkled ass to the hospital just like Johnny Money bags in California"

This man along with the 2 older men from the group on the driver's side started to laugh and began walking to the end of the truck to began working again.

The one man left on the drivers side was leaning on the car door keeping it wide open and continued to stand there leaning on it.

The older man on the passenger's side looked at him and said "Hey boy!"(Which startled him) What's your name?" He asked

"My names Jon Amon" responded the young man, lifting himself of the door

"Well Jon," Said the man from the passengers side "Stop your damn day dreaming and get back to work! I ain't no baby sitter"

"Sorry boss." he said "I'll get back to work."

He started walking back towards the end of the truck where the yellow tube like attachment from the tank had been lowered over the sewage drain. When He had gotten to the end of the truck they flipped a switch on the side of the tank and the tube began to shake violently as it began to extract some of the sewage from the drain.

He leaned himself on the back end of the truck and began to thought to himself [i] John Barne, the richest man on earth huh. [/i]

**************************************

Jon walked into his small one room apartment at around 6pm. It was on the second floor of the building where he lived. He dropped the keys on the desk next to the entrance (where there was also a computer) and took a left going towards the bathroom to take a shower and sighed as he looked at the pale colour with which the walls of the bathroom was painted while counting the holes in the wall caused by the previous tenants (which the manager of the building had promised to fix when his friend and he had just moved in).

He turned on the water in the shower and began to wash up when he heard the strangely familiar sound of squeaking pipes that told him he would not enjoy what soon to come.

He let out a sigh and thought to himself [i] look like I get to have another cold shower [/i].

Ten minutes later he came out drying his hair with a towel walking by his roommates room and turning on the computer while he made his way to the fridge to look for something to eat.

The fridge was small (about 4 feat tall) and was divided in 2 with the freezer taking up 1/3rd of the space and the rest

He opened the fridge and noticed his roommate Mike still hadn't bought a new light bulb for the fridge light or any food for that matter. Looking in the freezer he saw a box of waffles with a message on the box written in red marker that read [b] Mikes waffles! DO NOT TOUCH! [/b]

Looking at the box he smiled slightly and did what he always did. Opening the box, he reached in to get out some waffles, but instead found some a small note that read [b] I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM MY DAMN WAFFLES! [/b]

[i]Prick [/i] thought Jon as he closed the fridge and freezer throwing the empty waffle box into the garbage.

He made his way back into the living room (found directly in front of the entrance and off to the right of the computer and desk). He sat down and took a few moments to look around the Apartment he was in

The roof was painted white and there where patches on it where the paint had began to peel and fall off because of the water damage caused by the old leaky pipes in the furnace. The walls were all white. There was a small fan in the living room that would no longer turn, only the light bulb in the middle of the fan still worked.

All the floors where covered with cheep and old wood flooring and in some spots you could see the under layer of the wood.

There was a shelf (large, 7 shelves) that was set-up parallel to the door and held a large amount of shelves worth filled with CD's, movies, and PC games.

He smelt the air and it stunk of cigarette smoke that would rise up from the tenants on the 1st floor through the ventilation system (which was currently broken) and into the apartments above it, primarily this apartment.

He continued looking around the room and saw piles of clothes and other items around the living room (mostly in corners near the entrance to the kitchen and the wall which divided his roommates room and the living room/entrance).

Beside the desk there was an entrance to the Kitchen in which there was an oven a small microwave and a small fridge and was barely able to accommodate 2 people standing in the kitchen.

The kitchen itself in the corner of the apartment divides 2 entrances/exits by adding a small dividing wall so that those in the living room could not see into the kitchen.

He also looked on the couch he was sitting on (there being only one in the apartment) which doubled as Jon's bed at night realising how old and tacky it looked.

He then saw the T.V that was 20x25 inches and was rather bulky. As he looked at it he saw himself being reflected in the blackness of the screen

Jon was a young looking man with dark hair (not jet black or completely black) that appeared to be black when it was dark, but could be seen as the dark brown it really was when sun shown directly behind him. It wasn't to short and the style in which it had been most recently cut gave off a strange sense of coolness and also gave his face a calming and inviting aspect.

His eyes where brown with small black lines that seemed to stretch out from the pupil to the end of the brown around it.

As you made your way down from his black coloured (and slightly poofy) eyebrows to his nose his eyes would slowly become lighter starting from a dark brown shade that resembled the shade of a walnut slowly turning into a strange hazelnut like colour as you made your way down to Jon's nose. They also gave the impression that Jon was tired (which at the moment he was).

His nose was of a normal size and went down on a perfect 45-degree angle to the bottom of his nose that revealed to identical nostrils.

His ears on the other hand, seemed to be somewhat too large for his head giving a strange sense that Jon's face was somewhat out of proportion.

His mouth seemed to be of a relatively normal size and had a smile that was somewhat crooked and always went from his right cheek to his left cheek

His chin had a small fuzzy outline, which had grown out from the last time he had shaved (3 days ago).

His neck was slightly thinner (width wise) than his face and stretched down and outwards towards but not touching) to his shoulders.

Jon was healthy enough body, but a small beer belly and wore a sleeveless plain white T-shirt.

He had thin arms and had arm hair (short) on the tops side and arms that had enough strength in them so that Jon could hold himself on his own.

His legs (slightly harrier than arms, but nothing visible from afar) where much more built than his arms and have been used more than once to get him out of a bad situation and was currently wearing a pair of blue jeans and a pair of white running shoes.

Over all his skin wasn't very soft and the palms of his hands had become hard with the many odd jobs he had worked since living in the apartment which usually required heavy lifting or working in a construction zones.

He stared at himself for a little time in the blackness of the TV screen again before turning on the TV.

After seeing that all the channels where focusing on the death of John Barne, Jon simply turned off the TV without waiting or caring to hear what they where saying about the situation. He decided to take a nap and so he laid himself down, turned over in the couch where he was sitting and fell asleep.

(4:51 AM)

Pillage
06/05/2007 12:09 AM

Dear Regulators,

Delete me.

Love, this post.

[Edited by Pillage on Tuesday, June 5, 2007 2:46 AM]

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