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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Feb 11, 2013 0:52:54 GMT -8
You're Welcome Over in Fullerton, a certain tall, blond man with shining blue eyes heard of a still-standing orphanage.
...With joy in his heart, knowing of the safety of the little ones, the priest set off with much gusto!* * * * * * * * * * * * * The orphanage was burned down. No one was to be seen. The streets were devasted and sticky in light of the recent aftermath.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 11, 2013 3:14:03 GMT -8
"They're Covered in WHAT!??!?!?!"
The Trooper, ashen faced and looking as if he was planning on being sick any second took a deep breath before continuing.
"It seems.....sir.....Sticky substance....white with a heavy salt content......Kind of...Kind of like....."
Marcus didn't need it spelled out for him. Raising a fist, he thudded it into his forehead and let out a long drawn out sigh.
"Semen...... What the FUCK kind of sick joke is this? Wait, don't answer that. Just......Sigh, Get a cleanup crew prepped and ready to go. There could still be some survivors of this sploogepocalypse."
"Ummm, Sir, your not thinking about...."
Marcus visably twitched.
"YES! I'm going too as Grim of the Crows. The wolfpack stays the FUCK here. I just hope to God there's a fire hydrant nearby we can use........I'm gonna need a fuckhuge shower after this."
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Feb 11, 2013 3:20:18 GMT -8
OOC: ...And with that, Winklewood joins the thread.Thank You "Oh, my goodness!" cried out a man, gaping in horror, behind Marcus.
"Who could have done such a thing!? I'm all a tizzy!" said the man, gripping at Marcus' shoulder, incredibly concerned.
...Marcus would find his shoulder... covered in a fluid warmth, from the man's natural lubricant. And if he were to turn around---
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 11, 2013 3:58:47 GMT -8
Stiffening under the mans touch....errr, his whole body, not his....well....nevermind....
ANYWAY! Stiffening under the mans greasy touch, Marcus let out an involuntary cry. The animal brain would cry alarm at the touch, causing his body to respond without thought as Marcus attempted to reach back, grab hold of the mans wrist with one hand and his sleeve with the other, pull him forward and roll him over his back and onto the ground infront of him with a basic judo throw before immediatly releasing his grip and taking a few steps back.
"Jesus Christ dude, I am the LAST person you wanna try and sneak up on!"
Looking at the spot where his moist little fingers gripped, Marcus screwed his face up in disgust as he noticed his jacket glistening with a strange fluid. His Hands safely gloved (Having aquired them from a Barker Experiment months before) Marcus touched two fingers to the fluid and played with it between thumb and forefinger.
"And what the HELL did you just slime me with?"
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Post by Saul Kelly on Feb 11, 2013 20:25:36 GMT -8
Life as a semi-tangible apparition is a difficult one, especially since you don't exist. But still, a job is a job is a job and with out you, people might not have a conscience.Mariska sighed, having thought she was done with Earth problems months ago. But noooooo the afterlife certainly CAN'T be restful and relaxing. Instead, one must be employed as a translucent floating disembodied head who is forced to murmur the knowledge of everything a person has done wrong in their life. In a flash, she would appear unamused and bored, and only a certain Mister Winklewood would be able to see her. A scoff as she reviewed his most recent indiscretions before she cleared a throat that had nothing to clear from it and spoke in a monotone and disinterested voice: "You are seeing me because you have done unspeakable things. For the time being, you can view me as your conscience."[/i] Her spiel was a simple one, and one she hated. Her eyes gestured down to where her torso would have been and there floating in exact unison with the rest of her was an oddly familiar government-style name tag design that read Mariska
Ghost Head All part of the whole Enslavement-By-The-Creators thing. Mariska often felt like she was working for the DMV. Except instead of the government she worked for a bunch of Divine assholes, and instead of working she was a slave and also a floating severed head. The girl (head? ghost?) did enjoy the chastising part of this job though. Who wouldn't? Instantly, the expression on her face flicked to palpable disgust as she mentally skimmed over Winklewood's numerous exploits. "You are a horrrrrible human being. Did you know that? I know what you've done. You should be ashamed. If your mother knew about this, oh, she would just die. I am ashamed to even be assigned to you."[/i] the girl hissed with a subtly gleeful undertone into the large man's ear. Her neck stump dripped intangible blood onto his clothing, though it made no stain. She was positive that the stain on Mister Prasad's shirt would though.
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Feb 12, 2013 0:23:13 GMT -8
The blue-eyed gentlemen of absolute innocence who was in no way responsible for this... situation, noticed the way in which the commander of this scene seemed to stiffen his other leg at the Winklewood's touch. The Italian immediatly assumed that was his green light. Marcus indeed did reached around back rather successfully, the "wrist" going slack and hard to grab hold of due to its... lubricant.
When Marcus turned around, he would see that he had squeezed a foot of the Italian's shaft.
"Oh my! Goodness, me! I'm so sorry!" the former teacher said, reflexively bringing his hands to slap across his reddening, embaressed tip face.
Marcus would find himself staring at a pantless, open-shirt priest with six feet of meat inadvertendly pointed up at his face.
The Italian shook his head, increasingly horny apologetic.
"Oh my! It must have been the thief who just assailed me, moments prior! He was using KY jelly with me in the confessional on me in the middle of buttsecks prayer, when he swindled the pants off me! I came to rush to you, sir, to report the crime, when I happened upon this!"
Gratefully, the man still had on an inch of hair to cover his genitals a pair of white and wet boxers on.
...When the man looked up in time to see...
...Nothing. At least, Marcus wouldn't see anything. He would only see Winklewood staring in wonderment at the fire... instead of a floating, disembodied head.
"...My conscience..." he seemed to whisper.
Quietly, the man read the ghost head's... name and title.
The man quivered shook in unintended pleasure horror as he stared at the fire, having her cool breath brush into his ear sensually many terrible accusations placed on his person. Subconciously, he gripped at his shoulder that was being intangibly bled on and licked it gripped it sexually uncomfortably.
"I should introduce myself," he stated to the ghost head Marcus because he was a perfectly sane individiual.
"My name is Ellis D. Winklewood, Catholic priest. My victims mass call me Father, but my other victims friends call me Dad."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 16, 2013 1:43:05 GMT -8
That most certainly did NOT feel like a wrist he just grabbed hold of. Looking over his shoulder, Marcus let out a startled yelp, leaping away from the bizzare man with the sexualy threatening Penis.
Looking from the man, to the spot on his jacket, back to the man, and then to HIS men, Marcus immediatly retched, nearly covering his mouth with the very hand that touched the other mans Middle leg, which only served to actualy make him empty his stomach contents all over the asphault.
The men around Marcus didn't know whether they wanted to look disgusted, aroused or amused at thier leaders reaction. Marcus for the most part simply wiped his mouth with the back of his CLEAN hand and thanked god almighty he was wearing gloves.
So, not only was he a VERY well endowed freak, but a CRAZY well endowed freak by dint of his random segue about a conscience. Still, He had a job to do and despite how absolutly unpleasent it was, Marcus planned on seeing it through.
"Alright Mr....Winklewood."
Marcus replied, having sworn he could hear some snickering from his Soldiers at the name. Earning them a glare from thier boss. Control was already slipping away from him and he wasn't about to lose more.
"Why don't you step over here and give your statement to one of my troopers here and we'll make sure to....get....Your pants back. And the perp who did this........yeah."
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Post by Saul Kelly on Feb 18, 2013 22:33:31 GMT -8
"H-hey, pay attention to me, asshole!" The head huffed in annoyance. She didn't have to waste her time with this. She could just go back to the deity and tell them where they could shove their need for humans to have a conscience. "And put some fuckin' pants on. Jesus Christ."[/i] Scowling at the man, she moved to hover directly in front of his face, obscuring his view of Marcus.
"Did you consider telling him you're also a sexual predator who coats any tangible (read: not me) object within a 10 foot distance of him in semen and/or lube? Because that seems like information worthy of disclosure" Floating over towards Marcus, who could neither see nor hear her, she whispered softly into his ear, in earshot and view of Mister Winklewood. "I'd bet a good detective like you would know who could have done this..." Flashing a taunting grin at the culprit himself, she dared him to continue on with the charade of innocense.
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