(Moved) The next Conspiracy. (a story by Steven Sivley)

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[FreeLance57]

I'll be open to any joiners, but will probably decline most as I just need general characters. Also, feel free to send me episode ideas once the general atmosphere and idea is laid for the story. (i'll let you know when)



The idea is that my character, Willet, is an ex-FBI (as in kicked out) agent who goes on conspiracy hunts.



It will be played out in an episodic nature, but slowly an underlying conspiracy will be revealed by at least half way through the story. However, it will continue to be done on totally episodic design with each episode (short ones) ending in a revelation about the total conspiracy.



It will take place in modern times, but probably somewhere more around 2010. (when i'll be 25 in real life).





It will be a sort of comedy/sci-fi/thriller, if all comes through like i want it to.







also, please, email me about joining for privacy reasons. do NOT post them here. my email address is samurai4ever@yahoo.com. use it.



This will happen, folks. It's gotta.

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One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.



CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD. YE NOT GUILTY.



-FreeLance-

[Wild Angel]

Weehhee, sounds good.

[Fear]

Nothing comes out as you want it to and nothing goes as you expect it to.



They are always watching!



Watching!



Waaaaaatching!!!



Aagh!!

[Dreama]

Cool! ^-^

[Ducky]

Yay, Lancielot..http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

`Ducky

[Timothy Hyperion Purr]

Very interesting, definitely.



Hope to see your story soon.

[FreeLance57]

it'll get under way once i'm done reading the Hobbit. :0

[Tubz]

Hey can I be in your story?

[FreeLance57]

email me about it. the characters won't actually be in the story. just the names (real names) of people.



for instance, if wild angel was in it, she'd go by her real name. But if she had something to do with, for instance, hacking and had a nickname, it would be wild angel or angel or something like that.



so please, keep your character ideas realistic to life, no rabbits or monsters. (well, okay some monsters would be alright for government cover-ups)

[Violet CLM]

I thought stories had to have rabbits to be in War Tavern? Or maybe I've lived a misguided life, never before realising the truth?

[FreeLance57]

could be, but this one is humans. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

[Ducky]

Lanciee! Bad :P *swat*

You know my orders.

`Duckay

[FreeLance57]

I do?

[FreeLance57]

no, i guess i don't, ducky. what are your orders?

[FreeLance57]

coool a u.s. marshall...that'll come in handy.

[FreeLance57]

first story post:







"(censored censored) good for nothings..." I slammed the glass on the table. "Never being glad with the job I do."



"Ahem, sir, don't bring your anger and bad grammar in here." said the whiney barkeep.



"if you knew the things I knew and was told to forget them, while having your badge stripped away and practically shoved up your (censored), you'd be angry too, and wouldn't give a crap about grammar."



"sir, i mean it. I don't own this bar, but I can sure as heck pretend too."



I stood and got my jacket. flicking him my finger as I walked out the door into the steady pelts of rain. It was cold that day. Very stereotypical day for a guy to loose his job. I didn't have a wife or kids, but if I did, it would be christmas. I wouldn't be able to go home and admit i had been kicked from the FBI, or that I wouldn't be able to by them christmas presents. But at the moment, I was single and not a father, and it was November 8th.



I am Willet Dowitcher. Until today, I had the job most people would dream of. I was sort of a rip-off of the popular X-files show, mixed with the movie Enemy of the State. But today, I was back to normal life. I could've been Joe Blow. But I wasn't. I still had my questions...



and I still knew that the truth was out there.

[Shorty]

It 11:28 at night and you want me to leave a post so here it goes...



Sounds interesting Lancie but I cant believe you would say things like that http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif Im looking forward to see how it turns out

[FreeLance57]

thanks shortzie...



BTW, that first story post was written to make him seem...shall i say, p.o.ed.

[Ducky]

I'm supposed to TELL you that you are supposed to write people stories in the infernal Miscellanous forum.

<no! Its all a conpsiracy! Don't listen!>

Nice chapter though, Lancie...

Hmm, I wonder what edit does...*cough cough*

Carry on..

[GoldBones]

I'll pester you to put me in it later http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif



`Tabbit! err gb[gpw]

[FreeLance57]

aww darn, ducky, don't make me! please?! People will fill it up with stupid stuff and try to correct it and tell me not to put "(censored)" and stuff in it! PLEASE?!

[Coppertop]

I could be in it, but make sure I don't use foul language and the like, pleez.



Name: Beryl



"Job": Mercenary, but can I be a good guy? (This isn't my REAL job)



I'm single, get annoyed easily, and I hold a grudge. But I try to keep the few friends I have.



D'you need the rest of the stuff, like eyes, hair, ect?

[Ducky]

Rrrrgh!

Blasted thing.

<Lancie! can I be in it?! I'm just supposed to tell you it should be in Misc!>

Um... I'm sure there is a meaning to this post. Bleh. Maybe I should edit it..

*cough cough*

Ahem.

`Ducky

[FreeLance57]

Episode 01: "Codename: Ducky"



As I opened the door to my apartment, I could smell the cat litter box from the other room. It needed changed. As I ran to open the window, I saw there were three messages on my answering machine. I pushed play and continued toward the window.



As it opened, the message started to play:



"Willet...this is "Ducky". I'm calling you about that information you wanted. Give me a call when you get home. (click)"



I stopped with the window half way and ran over to pick up the phone as the next message started to play:



"Uh, hey Willet, this is Ducky again. I need to talk with you as soon as you get home. This is about more than the information this time, it's a matter of life and death.(click)"



I was just dialing the number when the words "life and death" started, and I stopped for a moment. Now I was getting worried as the next message started to play:



"Willet. Sorry to bother you again. I don't know where you've been, but I thought you'd be home by now. I just called up to your office and they said you had been fired. Somehow I didn't know FBI agents could be fired. Anyway, it's not so urgent that you call me now. Just give me a ring when you get home."





For some reason, her voice wasn't so urgent sounding, either. Something strange was going on. Ducky was a sort of partern of mine. She helped me solve many of my cases that involved cover-ups, the likes of Roswell and such.



I started to finish dialing her number, when something struck me a funny feeling. I hung up the phone and walked over to my computer. I logged on to the FBI's personel site, as they hadn't yet wiped my clearence from the computers. I selected the list of agents who were missing. 57 of them in the past three months. I wrote down their names and general information that was listed. Then I went to the "retired" list, and searched for all the names that had "retired" in the past few months. I was surprised to see my own name there. "Retired my a-" the phone rang in the middle of my sentence.



"Hello?"



"Willet? Did you get my messages?"



"Ducky! Yah, I was just fixing to call you." I strayed over to the kitchen and got out a beer. "I wanted do look something up first."



"Well, Willet. About you bringing over for the...stuff...tomorrow, don't bother."



"What? What do you mean? The party can't go on without the stuff!"



"Not THAT stuff, Willet!" Apearntly our minds were in two different places.



"Is someone there, Ducky? You sound...scared."



"No-No, no ones here. Just don't come over tomorrow, Willet. I think someone's setting you up."



"Why?"



"Well, besides that there are two cars sitting across the street from your house, your recently being fired, the fact that the local pawn shops have had weapons and bullets bought in your name, i just have a funny feeling about it."



"I'll keep that in mind. So why not come over there tomorrow? And which stuff can't I bring? The good stuff or the work stuff?"



"Neither of th-Willet! Don't come over at all! Stay at home!"



"Why?"



"Oh, I gotta go fast Willet, my dog just got out." (click)





How Ducky knew all this stuff, I didn't know. And whether it was just coincidental, I didn't know. But what I did know was that something was going down in the FBI.



I went to the computer and continued to search through the names of recently retired agents. Many of them were just like me. Young, great records, mostly dealing with X-files like stuff. All of us were to young to be "retired". Somehow, I felt a greater power was at work here besides the local big-wigs.





TOO BE CONTINUED...



_________________

One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.



CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD. YE NOT GUILTY.



-FreeLance-

[*BlackSheep]

Silly, Ducky doesn't HAVE a dog http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_razz.gif.



Can I be in it, please, please prrreeetty please? I'll be good, I promise!!! **crosses fingers**



I'll make up some profile for you, oh heck, I'll do it now, evilness.





The loudspeaker booms 'All plumbers on deck, please report to the sewage level'



Uh,

Emily, A. Fullerton or Orchid Kybo, you pick. Anyway, she's either a pilot or a DRUMMER. Pilot would probably fit better.

That's all I really want to do...errg. If you need more, I can probably imagine some absurd pot-smoking maniac. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

HeeHee :>



*Black

*Black

[FreeLance57]

Episode 01: "Codename: Ducky, part II"





I sat, my beer getting warm, staring at the documents I had pulled up on the computer. I was matching agents. I searched for all personel documents containing the words "cover-up", "conspiracy", "corrupt" and the likes. I noticed that most of the agents who had been "retired" by force were on the list of agents who had "conspiracy" and "cover-up" in their reports.



Some of them had nothing to do with each other, but it was used by most all of them to refer to something that was linked together. even linked to me. it was the fact that we were tired of lying to the public, tired of covering-up after the government.



I took a chug of beer.



It was warm...



There was no way to get it cold again.



I went to get another one.



There were none.



"daaaaaaaaaargh!"



(thinking)"I'll just get some more..."(/thinking)



i walked to the closet and got my jacket. My USP (pistol) was hanging next to it, and I put it on under my jacket out of habit.



Right as my hand was on the nob I paused, remembering what Ducky had said. "stay at home!" she had said. "setting you up!" she had said.



I shook my head. What was I thinking? I can't siquester myself without any beer in the fridge!



I twisted the nob. Slowly, I pulled the door open. My heart throbbed. I knew I should stay inside but I couldn't. I HAD to get more beer!



I looked down the hall. Nothing. Or was there? Yes, there was something down there...it was just a fire exstinguisher though.



I stepped out into the hallway, when I realised my shoe was untied. Bending down to tie it, I heard a shot. A bullet slammed through my window and into the door across the hall from my apartment. I had been saved by an untied shoelace.

to be continued

_________________

One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.



CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD. YE NOT GUILTY.



-FreeLance-

[FreeLance57]

And now the conclusion to Episode 01: "Codname: Ducky"





I screamed like a girl.



Spinning around, I saw a helocopter, which i had not heard somehow, hovering outside my window. There was a man with a sniper rifel inside. He flicked me off. Here I was, alone and defensless, and him there in his big-wig helocopter shtuff, and he had the cruel guts to flick me off! I screamed again. Like a girl. Then I realised that wasn't me screaming. It was...





DUCKY! She was war-screaming. Bullets flew as she jumped through the air, Matrix style, shooting at the helocopter (agents from the matrix in morpheous scene style). I screamed. She screamed. The helocopter was going down.



The pilot was dead. The man with the sniper rifle jumped, as a last resort, through my window and made an atempt to run out of my door. bad mistake. I caught him by the leg. it was a total accident, but it happened, and now I take credit for it.



His helocopter helmet fell off, and on the side I saw the letters GB.



As he stood, i saw his face for the first time.



Ducky gasped. I screamed. He laughed.

[FreeLance57]

Episode 02: "Sniper on the Roof"





Who is the mysterious sniper? Why did he make me scream? Tune in tomorrer for Episode 02: "Sniper on the Roof".

[Violet CLM]

Kindly remove the "like a girl"s. It makes it sound like you're <strike>some macho jerk</strike> rude. And we all know you're not, right?

[Ducky]

Oh, wow, how nifty...*shh, Blackie :P of course I have a dog*

You know, I have some kind of thing worked out, I could tell you if you really WANTED it, I mean so I didn't have to exist under a codename my whole life..

If it ever comes in handy, my real name is Loe MacLeod, er, no, that might get..ehh...well, yes, um right.

And I work part time in the local Lucky's. The grocery store, y'know. I work a cash register. The rest of the time..eehaa, thats for you to figure out. Whatever you want. Oh, hey, could I be a spy?

Argh, I shouldn't even BE here...I am way to soft.



But anyway brilliant, Lancetto. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

`Ducky

[Tanpopo Kiku]

Good story so far, but...



*smacks FreeLance*



Saying, "I screamed like a girl" is...er...

a bit misleading. As far as me, I prefer to say things like "I screamed exactly like myself." There you have it.



Girls are not scared of things like you might think. Seriously. I mean it. This applies to me, also.



(BTW, I tend to be more like a tomboy, so that is why I am complaining.)

[FreeLance57]

Quite frankly, I will NOT remove the "like a girl"s. I am not going to bend this story to fit everyone. He screamed like a girl. It's a statement. Girls scream high pitched, guys yell. He did not. He screamed, like a girl. geesh.

[The Last Patriot]

Tanpo, knock it off,



Great story so far Freelance.



_________________

What can i say? I'm back



Spread the word, IKU is back.





-Slayer Iku

[FreeLance57]

sorry about that last post about the girls thing. I just can't stand it when people expect me to be so politically correct at the sake of everyone when that is how i choose to word it. I'm not going to stop using my language because it may be P.I. (politically incorrect).



in an english college, they don't use the term "history" because it is sexually specific. you can't say "ladies and gentlemen" because that infers an idea of class that may offend some. And much more like that. I hate it. I hate hate hate it.



(cough)



thanks slayo.



_________________

One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.



CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD. YE NOT GUILTY.



-FreeLance-

[FreeLance57]

btw, coppertop, male or female?

[The Last Patriot]

btw..is my character good or bad?

[Ducky]

Well said Lancielot.

http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

`Ducky

[Coppertop]

Female, of course http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif But I'm like Kiku, a tomboy (seriously)

[FreeLance57]

okeedoke, i thought so. just making sure.

[Coppertop]

Thanks, and I forgot: awesome story!

[FreeLance57]

Episode 02: "Sniper on the Roof, PART I"





The sniper was sitting at my table, drinking a cold one that he found in the back of my fridge (lucky bastidge). I was sitting across from him. Tied, to my chair. Ducky was tied to another chair.



"what do you want to kill me for?" i asked him.



"money, mostly."



"MONEY?!"



"no i said 'honey'. OF COURSE MONEY!"



"fine, be a jackass...see if i care."



that sort of bothered him, I could tell.



"I'll do that." he removed my usp from the floor where it landed as I quickly threw my hands into the air in fear as he pointed the barel of his .357 at my nose.



"Who are you?" I asked.



"Willet, don't you remember the face of your partner?"



"Obviously not, faggot."



he slapped me. it hurt. i screamed. like a girl.



Standing, he pulled up his sleeve to reveal a small, circular tatoo of an ape head.



"TABRIS! What the he-"



"watch your mouth, this IS the JCF..."



"Yah yah...where was I...oh yah...TABRIS! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU-"



"Doing here? I'm here to kill you, remember?"



"No, actually, I was going to ask what you were doing with your life..."



"Oh not much...the general. sniping mostly. I heard you got kicked out of the FBI, so I figgered there was a reason. I then found out that you were being set up. I figgered someone would pay to have you put out by a nuetral unknown persons that would not be linked to them."



"You bloody bastidge!"



he slapped me again.



"would you stop that? it really hurts!"



"sure."



meanwhile, ducky was just sitting there, all quiet like. I never even thought to ask how she was doing or why she came and started shooting. Or how she knew about the stuff. And about Tabris.



"Say, tabris, what does GB stand for?"



"Goldbones, fool."



Too be continued...

[GoldBones]

DuH! goldbones is gb! ^-^ kewl chapter but u made my a bloody pain in the butt! ;P



`Tabbie

[[GpW]Willet]

blah blah blah please note that GB is making me change the tatoo to a skull instead of ape head. darn, i really liked the idea of an ape head tatoo. lol

[Ducky]

Lol funny.

So I have to suffer listening to you cuss at each other and whack each other? Did Shiney even get me a drink?

Whohaha.

*cough*

Uh, I mean, really, this is, like, um, please try to REFRAIN from cursing, Lancie.

*chokes*

Ahem.

`Ducky

[FreeLance57]

I censor his cussing, Ducky. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

[[GpW]Willet]

Episode 02: "Sniper on the Roof, PART II, CONCLUSION"





My mouth was dry and pasty. He chuckled as he finished taking a chug of his beer. The lucky bastidge.



"Now, puny little man, you die!"



"Uh, Tabris, why are you talking like the stereotypical heartless bad guy? I thought we had mutual respect because we were colegues?"



"So we do. Well...i uh thought tha-aww screw it, can't i just be heartless the rest of this episode?"



(FreeLance gave a nod and kept writing)



"Hey guys, could y'all resolve this personal grudge later and let me go?" it was Ducky talking.



"NEVAR!" he cried.



"Aww c'mon, GB, she's just a girl!"



"Just a girl my (censored)! You saw how she whooped the dung out of my helocopter!"



"True...true...hey ducky, if he lets you go, will you not get us BOTH killed by trying to shoot him?"



"Of course!"



GB wasn't stupid. I thought he was. But he wasn't. (FreeLance chuckled)



"Willet, Ducky, I've gotta get this over with." He lowered his pistol at my head and my usp at ducky's. She sighed. I screamed. He laughed.



"DE JA VU!" i screamed.



"No, she gasped last time."



he smiled and pulled the trigger.



Our heads exploded into a million pieces.





























Oh wait, that's not right...let's see...oh yah, as he started to pull the trigger he remembered he had safety on. So he had to turn that off. In the meantime, Ducky had got her hands untied and was flipping her chair through the air.



It hit his head. he fell back. I laughed. He grimaced. She 'whooo'd.



his helocopter had been repaired during the hour he was there drinking that (apearently huge bottle of) beer and talking to us. It floated to the window.



Staring me in the eyes, he gave a smirk. I stepped back and he stood. Smiling, he turned. "Until next time, Willet!" he jumped out to the helocopter.





Ducky sighed. I sighed. He laughed.

[Dreama]

YaY! I like the story, FL. :)) Go Ducky!!

[Violet CLM]

<strike>Can I have a million piece head as well? Oh wait, you didn't get them. :| *Finds GB's heart* You know, I WONDERED why he was heartless...</strike> Anyway, totally cool. I like stories which break the fourth wall...





[EDIT] The beginning was striked out because it was so grusome.

[ This Message was edited by: Ducky on 2001-05-26 13:14 ] (NOT really. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif)

[GoldBones]

.............................



`GBz

[FreeLance57]

preveiw for Episode 03





Episode 03: "Up One End and Out the Other"





With my last visit from GB two dies behind me, I started to get serious. I couldn't just lay around the house drinking all the time. I had to get out and find what the FBI was trying to hide.



TUNE IN LATER TODAY FOR THE ACTION PACKED EPISODE 03: "UP ONE END AND OUT THE OTHER, PART I"

[FreeLance57]

Episode 03: "Up One End and Out the Other, PART I"





I called Ducky on the phone.



"Hello?"



"Yo duckary. Willet here."



"No, duh."



"What's up?"



"Not mu-"



"That's nice. Say, about all that info you gave me the other day, how'd you know about all that?"





oooh y'all my suppers here...continue this later.

[Ducky]

Yay. I loved that exploding head bit.

I mean, not when I think about it. It just sounded like something you'd see in a comic with superpeople, and you can see what the character is thinking...anyway, it was funny.

Ohhh right. My supper's here too. Arrivederci.

`Ducky

[Coppertop]

Awesome. . . my supper's not for another hour http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

[Violet CLM]

What is supper? http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

[FreeLance57]

(continuation)





"From people." came her reply.



"People? Like, who people?"



"You don't know them."



"You're sure?"



"I'm positive." (click)





well, that was just odd. Ducky had never hung up in the middle of a conversation. Perhaps someone had cut her phone line!



Or...better yet for the plot, mine!



I looked around the room. It was a chilly autumn evening. My window was still out where all the fighting had happened. The cars below roared and hummed bussily down the street below. Everything seemed normal.



A big red funky looking motor cycle came flying down the road and slid to a stop outside of the building across the street.



"(censored) hoodalum!" i shouted to the driver.







to be continued after some jazz

[FreeLance57]

Episode 03: "Up One End and Out the Other, CONCLUSION"



The man climbed through an open window on the bottom floor.



A few moments later, I was standing at my fridge, a crisp cold can of beer was being retrieved from it. I licked my lips in anticipation, "No one cansss stops us now, Precioussss! Can theysss?"



But someone did. A bullet slammed through the can. I screamed and nearly fainted. But instead, I spun around. My USP was in my hand from the counter next to me (i'd been carrying it all day) and aimed directly at the figure in the window across the street.





"What has it gotsss on its nasssssty headsses, my Precioussss?"



It was a helmet. With big, gold, GB on the side. I almost choked. "Not again!"



Another shot, I ducked in time (i'm fast). I shot twice, both missing. He lept from the window (he was now at the middle story) and landed on his motercycle some...oh i'd at least 4 stories below.



"That Tabris!" i swore bitterly on his name.



I knew it would not be the last time we met.





(please note that this episode will have significance later in the story, just wait)



(also note that the title of the episode is in no way related to the episode it's self)

[Violet CLM]

(Doesn't belive that, but waits anyway)

(Doesn't disagree one bit)

Oh, and cool. (Where'd the action go?)

[FreeLance57]

lol unknown, the action packed thing was a joke.





In the next episode, I promise to have more fighting because he's going to meet up with some...well, let's just say bad guys.

[Ducky]

Hm, I had some sort of chicken broccoli thing..

Ah! What? Oh, nifty, Lancielot http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

`Ducky

[Coppertop]

Wot she said http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

[Sakura]

Erm, I'm reading this story but I don't really know what I want to say.



Except that it is



GOOD!

[FreeLance57]

thank you, thank you ver' moch...

[GoldBones]

Get on izq fl! ;P



and uhh kewlies ;P



`GB[GpW]

[FreeLance57]

ah cahn't, foo'! Mummuh's on the 'pooter widge izq onssit!

[GoldBones]

Then dl it f00 ;P or uhhhhhhh get on aim or msn and gimme ur handle ;P



`GBz

[FreeLance57]

Episode 04: "Fun King Do Drool Kim Wrong"



Tabris was obviously trying to kill me. Like, duuuuh. Anyway, I felt bery uneasy the whole week. When a week had past since our last meeting (the one in episode three), I began to wonder if something was wrong. Tabris was a steady person .He didn't just drop a job. I knew that he was planning some master plan. OR perhaps he was just out partying. Who knew? Not me.





I had decided to drop the whole FBI coverup idea for now until Tabris was dead. (that could be a while or tomorrer...lol) I was lying in bed, awake, thinking about the happenings of the past week. Ducky never gave me a clear answer as to how she found out the info about my being set up. Still, nothing had been blamed on me yet.



I finallly drifted off to sleep for about...oh, an hour r so. That's when I heard it. Someone was in my kitchen.



I snuck out of the room and down the hall. Peeking around the corner, I saw a tall, shady figger standing in front of my fridge. It was GB, i thought.



I ran back to my room, quietly, and got my USP.





"Alright, Tabris, STOP RIGHT THERE!"



The man looked up at me, frightened, a beer in his hand.





"What do you wa-who the heck are you?!"





"I'm Tabris. I had a face lift."



"suuure you did."



"no really, shoot me! I've come to kill you!"



I noticed there was a little videocamera button on his jacket (ala enemy of the state).



I fired once. It hit the button. The bastidge fell on the ground.



Suddenly, the doors burst open and in ran SWAT like people.



Behind them was someone from the PD that I hated.



"Your under arrest, Mr. Baggins."



"That's Dowitcher, Willet Dowitcher. Not Willet Baggins. Why arrest?"



"For the murder of an innocent man getting a beer from your fridge!"



"But he is tabris the sni-oh wait, long story, won't go there."





"We know the story, Mr. Baggi-err, Dowitcher."







"YOU SET ME UP!" I yelled.





"You're smarter than you look." came hi evile reply.



In an instance, I was flying toward the nearest bad guy. His weapon was in my hands. I let out a few rounds into his face and he fell back without a head in the back.



The bad PD Officer screamed like a girl.



The other guys started to open fire, but the barel of my newly aquired weapon was pressed on the evile guy's forehead.





Too Be Continued.

[FreeLance57]

Episode 04: "Fun King Do Drool Kim Wrong"







I had just got the upper hand when Tabris came through the (still busted out) window.



"Don't you ever use the (censored) door?!"





"Try not to."





He had a pistol pointed at my head. It was a triangle. He shoots me, I shoot the man who no doubt hired him (i was wrong, as i'd find out later), and the man who i thought hired him...would die. Okay so maybe it was two part and Tabris had nothing to lose. I thought he did though.



He laughed!



"You laugh? I could shoot this man! And you laugh?" I was shocked.





"No, I'm crying. Of course I laughed!"



Now, as anyone in a hostage situation knows, time kind've goes away and you may look up and realise it's been ten ours. So I really don't know how long we stood there staring at each other, saying "we all shoot on three...ooooone...twooooo...teeee! hahaha! i said 'tee', not three! hahahah!" occasionally saying "tree" or "fee" or some other rhymn. Whenever we'd say three, we couldn't shoot. It was like...neither wanted death. Well, Tabris did, but not the PD officer's death.



About the time the word "two" came out the last time, I was ready to shoot. I knew i would die. But I had to do something. I was tired of waiting.



Just as he said three, I ducked and shot the PD Officer in the kneecap. He screamed. Blood flew behind him. I ducked so fast that Tabris didn't have a chance to shoot me. As he tried, I ducked, and the bullet slammed through the PD Officer's head. The room exploded with shots, all aimed at Tabris and I.



It was the Police Officer's men. Bullets flew and blood splashed around the room in a very cool way.



Then there was silence. The shooting stopped. My great, modern, artsie apartment was covered in chunks of the wall, chunks of bone and flesh, blood, and bodies. Smoke was lifting to the cieling and out the window.



Sirens were sounding below. I turned toward Tabris.



"that was some (censored) good fighting you did." I said.



"Likewise. That was also some fast moving." real feeling or mutual respect? GB would say both, I don't know though.



We both still knew we must kill each other. Our weapons came up, near to pressing on each others heads.



"Hah. A stand off."



Right as the words cleared his lips, the door was flung open. In stepped a tall, slinder fellow with a double-barreled sawed off shot gun.



Tune in to tomorrer's episode and find out who this mysterious man is. (hint: it's Louie.)

[Dreama]

Nicee!



(I need to type/read faster. ;P)



_________________

-Signed Dreama

[Talec]

Cool story!



~Talec LP

[FreeLance57]

tralala...you betar read this gb...

[Ducky]

YaY! Slayie to the rescue?

Wheeha.

http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif

`Ducky

[The Last Patriot]

Lol, i wonder if they know who it is,

because that was a very unclear hint.



write on

[FreeLance57]

lol yah i gotta wonder if they noticed how encripted it was. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

[FreeLance57]

sorry about not posting an episode yesterday. I've been busy with other story stuffs. I'v ebeen making a new character for another story, and I've been reading Fellowship of the Ring. So I'm a busy <s>man</s>person.

[*BlackSheep]

...What about me?



Please?





Hey, the world is still in tact.

Great story. Don't listen to Dukky.



http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif



*Black

[FreeLance57]

name your stuffs and you'll be in it.

[Ducky]

*sticks tongue out at Blakky*

Where did my comebacks go?





*cries*

`Ducky

[*BlackSheep]

I'm five feet, and a half inch on that. I have blue eyes and evil brown hair about below the shoulder length and no bangs. There's a scar on my left hand just above my wrist from my trying to jump into pickup while it was moving.

Haahaa, Sir Lancielot, I found Slayer's profile and I'm not doing anymore. Bwahaha.



Born: New Hampshire

Job: Nothing, I'm a wandering vagabond who's always dead-broke, borrowing money off my friends aand then lending it back. I used to work as a pilot, but I quit the job to join a band which didn't take off so here I am. :P

Spouse: I killed him.



There. I hope that is sufficient, as I haven't seen anybody else's.



*Black

[FreeLance57]

Woo hoo! It's here at last!



Episode 05: "L is for Louie"







Goldbones gasped in sheer horror as the tall figger walked toward him. The shotgun was small but powerfull looking.



Shards of glass from broken tables, mirrors, and other such things, broke under the man's feet.





"Who are you?" I asked in shock.



"I am your best friend, or your worse nightmare."



"Uh...friend?"







oooh sorry y'all I need to go dad says. I'll finish writing it later this evening or tonight.

[FreeLance57]

i rule all woo!

[FreeLance57]

I'm too sleepy to post any more tonight y'all...i dunno why...but i'm really sleepy...

[Wild Angel]

Awright

[FreeLance57]

contiuation is as follows:





Tabris stood, staring at the man. his eyes said he knew him.





The man had pulled out a pistol as he was walking over and had it point at my head. There we stood. Blood everywhere, bodies everywhere, peices of bodies everywhere. Glass and wall plaster everywhere.



My pistol was pointed at Tabris, his at me, and the strange man had two weapons, one at each of us. He was the one who had nothing to lose.





I looked at Tabris. He looked at me. We both knew we had been had.





"Okay," I said, slowly lowering my USP.



Tabris hesitated, but the man nudged his forehead with the shotgun. "Okay, okay!"



"Who are you, and what do you want with us?" I asked.



"I need your help. Or rather, you need mine."



"you like two way riddles, don't you?"



"I do..."



"So how do we need each other?" asked Tabris.



"You do not need either of us, but we need you. And each other." He paused, looking at me with a smirk. "You have no idea what has been happening do you, Willet? You have had around a week to be learning what's up, and you have come close. You have discovered many things. But all of those things don't mean crap without a why."



"What? Are you some kind've stalker?"



"Actually, I'm a US Marshall."



"What's your name?"



"Louie." was his reply.

[Wild Angel]

Add me! Add me! *cough*cough*

[Wild Angel]

Alright, here is my human profile...

(You can make me somewhat of a bad guy at first. Sorta like, Tabris, er, gb)



Name: Hannah Kar



Codename: Wild Angel



Job: Ex-FBI agent



Age: 24



Hair: Stawberry



Eyes: Blue



Skin tone: Very light tan



Strengths: I am very agile and fast. I can be infront of you one minute, and the next second be holding a knife to your throat. I am an extremely good fighter, and I love combat. I can climb, run, jump, swim, ect well.



Weaknesses: My past



Clothing: A black leather dress thing that cuts three inches over the knee, like my rabbit profile. I have a gold neckles. My shoes are leather boots. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_razz.gif



Weapons: (decided to change it up a bit) Be creative, give me something good.



Personality: I like combat, and I have a loving attitude mainly...Omg, be creative...

(I sorta act like Trinity in the Matrix)



Stuff: Im gonna knock you off yer feet when you see me!



Well, im off to bed, ahve a blast!









_________________

Ignorance is bliss.

Signed Wild[GpW]

[The Last Patriot]

Muhaha http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

Now im gonna tell you what gonna happend...

err.. i gotta think about this for a bit http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

ill tell you after freelance told you http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif





spiffy is another name for this story freelance http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif



Write on

[Ducky]

YaY!!!!

*scary muzak*

Keep up th' good work, Lancetto http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

`Ducksta

[FreeLance57]

thanks y'all!

[Wild Angel]

Ahhhhhh!!!!! HURRY UP AND WRITE BEFORE I DIEEEEE!!!!! *falls*

[Coppertop]

I'm already in the hospital http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_razz.gif

[FreeLance57]

(puts wildies on life support)

[Wild Angel]

(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)>Write!(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)

[Willet]

i'm tryin, y'all. don't rush me here. I gotta think it out. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

[Coppertop]

*Think think think*

If you think I'm goin' to leave b'fore you post more, y'got another think comin'!

[Willet]

Hey y'all, sorry. I'ven't had the time lately to write. Well I have, but not at insperational times. I'll probably write some tonight. See y'all around.

[Coppertop]

C'ya. Come back soon! http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

[Willet]

okay this is an insperational moment (as far as how my imagination is working) but it's working more on my tolkien level, not modern comedy level. So see y'all in a new thread!

[Willet]

Sorry y'all! I haven't been writing at all lately. But, I have an excuse. I've been playing the Sims an awful lot lately now that we got the House Party expansion. So yah, there's my excuse.

[Violet CLM]

Not good enough. :Phttp://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_mad.gif

[Willet]

i know i know!



in fact, i'm going to write some TONIGHT! WOOO! I just can't think of what to happen. maybe GB can help me.

[Wild Angel]

Uhh, GB is sorta gone for the week, but I can help!!

[*BlackSheep]

http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_mad.gif Deth to Shiny, no wait, we need him. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

[Coppertop]

Mooooorrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!123

[Willet]

i don't want to rush it, ct. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif)

[Talec]

Yesh, don't rush poor people that are stuck with writer's block :P



(Goodness knows I've had enough of it >_&lthttp://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif



~Talec LP

[Wild Angel]

(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)>Write! Write! Write! Write! Write!(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)

[Coppertop]

Wot she said.

[Wild Angel]

(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)>WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! (-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)



_________________

-WildAngel-

[Violet CLM]

Wot she said. *Hides from Coppertop*

[FreeLance57]

I almost wrote some...last night or something.



Be looking for the next episode by tomorrer morning! http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif))))

[*BlackSheep]

Okay...http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

[Wild Angel]

http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_razz.gif

[FreeLance57]

aww man y'all, i've been REALLY busy helping a friend tonight. i can't write. i'm sorry, but the inspirations isn't there...

[Wild Angel]

*cries*

[*BlackSheep]

*weeps loudly on Wildie*



Pretty soon we'll be wearing sackcloth and ashes, Lancie..



*Black

[FreeLance57]

nonsense!



if it hits me, i'll post some tonight. but the thing is i have to be in the right mood/mode. I say both because I need both.



I need to be in a hyper/drunk state to write on this story, whereas lately i've been in more of the mood to write on my Baylen Gabriel story.



Also, I got my new GBA, so I'm 'busy' with it.

[Wild Angel]

*cries harder* I wanna GBA!