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Post by La Volpe on May 28, 2008 10:26:34 GMT -5
Twas a nice sunny day in the middle of nowhere, all was quiet until you hear the roaring of a vehicle tearing across the sands.
CRASH!!
The landrover smashed into the front of the bar, taking out half the front with it. Dust soon settled around the red rover. The door popped open and you could hear a stream of swearing from the driver. Deathy jumps down from the rover and casually walks into the bar as if nothing has happened.
"Some whiskey please!!" she called out to the bartender.
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Post by GhostLiger on May 28, 2008 13:12:00 GMT -5
Ghostie peered in through the wreakage of the entire wall of the bar
"Gees!" She exclaimed "I thought they'd decided against hiring that fancy interior designer!!"
Kicking a brick aside, Ghostie walked over to the bar, sat next to Deathy and ordered a Smirnoff Red Ice.
"Deathy?" She asked "Your tyre's flat!"
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Post by La Volpe on May 29, 2008 7:40:53 GMT -5
Deathy looks at her rover then shrugs. "Oh well. Always got a spare," she replied. "C'mon, where's mah whiskey!" she called out to the bartender.
Some more bricks drops down from the wreckage around the landrover. You could see major scratching and dents from where bricks had hit the bonnet.
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Post by GhostLiger on Jun 4, 2008 11:54:49 GMT -5
Ghostie winced as the bricks hit the bonnet.
"I don't think that's gonna buff out" She stated sheepishly "I hope you got a spare rover too!"
Deathy called out again to the absent bartender for her Whiskey. Suddenly a bartender got lowered in from the ceiling.
"What can I get ya?" He asked
"For the third time I want a Whiskey!" Deathy snapped
"And I'd like a Smirnoff Red Ice!"
"Okay, okay no need to yell!" The bartender replied "Would you like something to eat too?"
"What have you got?" Ghostie asked
"Spam" the bartender replied. This was followed by a sudden chorus of "SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM" from a group in the corner.
"Oh s**t!" Ghostie cursed "We've walked into a Monty Python sketch!!"
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Post by La Volpe on Jun 5, 2008 10:48:49 GMT -5
"I DON'T WANT SPAM!" Deathy yelled. "Just gimme whiskey... oh yes and a bowl of peanuts would be nice."
More bricks falls down on the Rover.
"Oh yeah and I do have two spare Rovers," she said to Ghostie.
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Post by GhostLiger on Aug 1, 2008 12:04:49 GMT -5
"Excellent!"
With bottle of Smirnoff in hand, Ghostie turned on her stool and watches the Bar TV.
"Football?" she exclaimed, disgusted. Ghostie grabbed the remote from the bar "We'll have none of that here!"
Ghostie channel hopped for a bit until she found the scientific documentary channel " Ooooooooh! Genetic mutations!!"
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Post by La Volpe on Aug 2, 2008 6:25:50 GMT -5
"Genetic Mutations, sounds pretty kewl," Deathy commented as she drank her whiskey.
"Spam spam spam!" the group in the corner began to chorus again.
"SHUT UP!" she yelled, "gawd!"
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Post by Coffee Mix-Master on Aug 22, 2008 11:11:44 GMT -5
*Shadow the Draconian smashes through the wall.*
Shadow: "I'll give him Blue Punch Buggy!!"
*He storms through the hole made by his entry.*
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Post by La Volpe on Aug 23, 2008 4:09:21 GMT -5
Deathy sees a strange guy storming in through the new hole. "What the hell? Hey mate! Ya tryin' to bring the entire bar down??" she called out since the new hole was like... NEXT to her rover's hole.
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Post by Comrade Pulse_Zaber on Aug 23, 2008 6:10:41 GMT -5
Trinity calmly walks through the nicely smashed holes in the bar, seeing as it would be far more interesting than coming through the door...that is, if said door was still standing. She inspects the damage with an interested smile, then walks towards the bar, a brick falling behind her on the exact spot she was standing. Lucky miss.
Seating herself at the other side of the bar, away from all the commotion, she orders a tasty Carribean Twist, and sinks into some deep thought, glancing now and then at the commotion in the quarter-destroyed place known as the bar.
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Post by La Volpe on Aug 23, 2008 16:13:31 GMT -5
Deathy notices Trinity taking a seat on the 'quiet' end of the bar then scowled. "Why are ya over there? Come and join us! We're watching a interesting documentary on telly!!" she called out, pointing to a seat next to Ghostie.
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Post by Comrade Pulse_Zaber on Aug 24, 2008 12:30:07 GMT -5
Trinity calmly walks over to the appointed seat next to Ghostie, and sits down. She takes a sip of her Carribean Twist, pauses for a bit, and then says: "So, ever heard of that genetically mutated three-headed snake scientists were experimenting on? I hear it's still alive."
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Post by La Volpe on Aug 25, 2008 7:12:11 GMT -5
Deathy nodded. "Ya, I've heard. Genetic mutation's kinda cool but for scientists to make things mutate, that's wrong unless they're trying to make some scientific breakthrough. Natural mutations are way cooler," she replied, sipping her whiskey.
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Post by GhostLiger on Aug 30, 2008 8:38:55 GMT -5
Ghostie made a mental note to get the Landlord to send Thunderchild the repair bill for the hole he made when he smacked Shadow over from deviantART, then got back to watching the documentary.
"You know what scientists need to create next?" She asked " Four-assed Monkeys!! That's the future of scientific experimentation right there!!"
"Ghostie, are you drunk?" Trinity asked
"courshh not, talking pillar!" Ghostie replied slurring "I swear to drunk I'm not God!" She raised her hand to emphasize her point and fell off the bar stool.
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Post by La Volpe on Aug 30, 2008 8:49:49 GMT -5
"Yerp, she's drunk alright," Deathy remarked as she was on her second fill of Whiskey. She didn't show signs of getting drunk.
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