[RP] Forsaken RP

[Level5Pidgey]

Like a drunken police officer, Joson stumbled onto the scene - Hoothoot on his shoulder.
He had heard that an old man in town had information about some sort of Carnival which could be the source of all of the nonsense that Joson is now a part of.

He turned the corner, to spot the old man's camp.
Running towards, he heard people talking.

"-wears ear plugs?"

Joson stopped dead.
He had 2 choices - ignore the conversation and keep searching for the old man, or stopping to ask the socialites for directions.

Gathering up all of his courage - he interrupted the conversation.
"AHHHHHhhey guys? Uh. H-how's it g-going?" he stammered.

"Hey is that an old man?" he started, before realising how stupid his question was.
"Uhhum... I guess the old asleep's man..."

Joson's Hoothoot facepalmed - hurting itself in confusion.
Ummm...

"The old man's asleep?"

[Desbear]

Yes, the old man is asleep, and some of us are trying to sleep to pass the time while we wait for him to wake up.

[Tickles]

We're doing fine, and that us the old man, who is named Calvin. Now, may I ask a question?

I grabbed a torch. I wanted to be cautious.

Who are you, and are you Dead, or Alive?

[Robbase231]

he is obviously alive moron he didn't even get up to say it

[Desbear]

How long have you been up?

[Tickles]

I thought you were sleeping? Oh well.

I dropped my torch back into the fire.

Welcome, stranger, may I ask what your name is. I'm Maxwell. Sorry for the hostility, can't be too careful given what we've gone through.

[Level5Pidgey]

Despite the interruption, Joson still sought out to relieve this man's nerves regarding the nature of his mortality.

"I'm very much alive, I b-believe." Joson said, easily intimidated by the Blackthorner's moderate bravado. "If that's even point by this p-possible."

Realising the trivial nature of what he just said, Joson elaborated "S-See, there are these time fluctuations here and umm... Hoot at my Lookloo - no that's stupid... Look at my Hoothoot."
He thrust his Hoothoot at the party - demonstrating the obvious fluctuations in time.
To the untrained eye, it would look perfectly normal - but Joson suspected otherwise.
"So. If there time slows down say, and our atoms still vibrate pace the same at, we could suffer heat death any sec-min... non-relative moment now and--"

Joson stopped. This was way off on such a tangent, and pretty much off the deep end of crazy in every way possible.

"I'm Jason by the way, a trainer from Lavender?", Joson explained, his nerves forcing his statement into a question.

"Regarding the o-old m-man, we could try giving him.. n-nightmares?" he said, drawing his least favourite Pokeball.

[Robbase231]

well your pretty twitchy 

[Desbear]

Why would we give who nigthmares?
James sits up.

[Tickles]

Is this guy for real, he completely blew off my question.

Um, he's been awake for a bit now. Are you ok?

[Robbase231]

Alright a bunch of people I don't know that well, we are going to be heading out...why? because I need to get supplies? what for? because there are to many dam moochers on my property

[Tickles]

.... I think I have an aneurism. I have some granola if you need some.

I probably should have mentioned that before.

Go head, Calvin, say what you're going to say. If it makes things any better, I can cook too. I have enough ingredients.

[Level5Pidgey]

"Uhhh... well... oh of course!" Joson stammered.
He could have sworn the man was asleep just seconds ago - but, given the off nature of time - he supposed it was perfectly conceivable that the man woke a while ago. Relatively speaking.

Realising he was still holding his Pokeball, Joson was faced with a difficult decision.
Relieve his arm, and concede his demonstration - or actually let his Haunter out, which could be pretty embarrassing.

"Well uh. Haunt my meeter!" he said, deciding to just go with it.
He closed his eyes, dropping his Pokeball.

As Haunter was let out, Joson opened his eyes to get licked in the face.
"K-kinda g-gross. Umm."

Joson was having a lot of trouble following the conversation - every time he opened his mouth he was losing touch more and more.

"Oh umm... supplies?! I-I have some food here - just raw noodle snacks though, do you kettle a have?" he stammered.

Haunter goofed around, taunting Joson - as always.



JerryEDIT: Merged those two consecutive posts.

[Robbase231]

well looks like some one took a little too much crack before coming here

gathering his senses, the old man started

"Ok, Twitchy, Idiotface, your with me, I need someone who isn't a moron to watch the fire, who is it going to be

(no double posting Level5pidgey

[Tickles]

What the hell is wrong with this guy, and why did he bring out his Haunter?

I bet I'm idiotface. I guess these guys can handle the fire.

Great, stuck with grumpy and dopey, just my luck.