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Post by bludragn3 on Aug 18, 2003 13:23:20 GMT -5
((I thought of this while listening to Time Splitters 2 music. So, without further ado...))
Jake the Zafara takes off his hat and wipes his forehead. It was a hot one today. The mob boss Big Daddy moved back into town, and he was flooding the city with illegal root beer. The Scorchio had to be stopped.
Rumor has it that Big Daddy runs a nightclub in a seedy part of Neopia Central. However, the nightclub is members-only so he would need a pass to get inside. Plus, the nightclub was filled with Big Daddy's thugs. He would need a few friends to help him out...
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Post by Cheshil on Aug 18, 2003 17:06:40 GMT -5
Vayklen ((Random letters...)) the Pirate Shoyru, had seen the effects of Big Daddy firsthand.
He had been part of the prohibition of Krawk Island for a while, when Big Daddy appeared, bringing Grog, Cannon Fodder, and much, much more.
Once he found out that Big Daddy had gone to Neopia Central, he got ready to leave.
If Big Daddy wasn't stopped, Neopia Central would be ruined.
He adjusted the sword on his belt, and got onto a ship named, The Red Mirgle.
He would reach Neopia Central within a day...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2003 2:19:14 GMT -5
((Meep, I'm new to this kind of RP, so take it easy on me. Prohibition.... interesting... Is it ok if I use terms from that era?))
Julia Fairfeather the pink Lenny walked in between the blustering dinner tables of the Speak Easy owned by Big Daddy. Nestled in the under belly of Neopia central, no one would suspect the mere Petpet shop was just a front to the liveliest Dive this side of Neopia.
With her colorful head dress and tail feathers, "Madam" Fairfeather strut her stuff across the busy room in a white sequin dress that hugged her every curve. She truly was a stunning creature.
"Well, well, well... If it isn't Madam Fairfeather!" shouted a red Kyrii as he threw himself on her, leaning against her.
"My, my, you've had a few to many root beers tonight, haven't you?" grunted Madam Fairfeather as she shoved the loaded Kyrii off of her.
Madam Fairfeather was strong, being the full figured Lenny that she was. She knew how to handle Neopets like this.
'Living on the mean streets of this era, a lady has to look out for herself.'
That was Madam Fairfeather's motto, and she shared her wisdom with her girls.
"What... me? It's just a tiny sugar high... Really, nothing for you to be considered about--" Suddenly the red Kyrii burped right in Madam Fairfeather's face.
Madam Fairfeather cringed, "Well, just as long as you're having a good time," she said.
"Oh most defiantly, but you know what would make this night even more stupendous?" The red Kyrii paused and pointed to a rather young looking strawberry Poogle sitting across the room at the bar. "If you were to send one of your girls over to my table... That one, to be per- per-- per-- Just send me that one, it gets kinda lonely sitting by yourself you know."
Madam Fairfeather nodded her head, "Oh yes of course, I understand completely. I'll be sure to send one of my girls over," she said with mocking sympathy.
Madam Fairfeather sent the tipsy Kyrii on his way back to his table. She then quickly walked over to the bar and placed her wing on the strawberry Poogle's shoulder, "Honey I think you better call it a night, go on upstairs and lock the door to your room," whispered Madam Fairfeather.
The Strawberry Poogle nodded and quickly hurried away. Madam Fairfeather watched her disappear up a flight of stairs, then motioned to an older fire Lupe to take the Poogle's place.
That poor girl, thought Madam Fairfeather. The kid came here to Neopia Central from boondocks with a dream to make a name for herself... not even here a month and this is what she is reduced to? This is what she has to do to survive in this life?!
Madam Fairfeather paused as she looked at the busy room, "This isn't life," she muttered. "This is hell."
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Post by Cheshil on Aug 20, 2003 17:32:09 GMT -5
Vayklen arrived at the Neopia Central port.
"When will ya be ridin' again, arrrrr?"
Vayklen shrugged, "I'm not sure?"
"What be happin' to yer accent, arrrrr?"
"I be forgettin' matey..."
Vayklen walked away with a disgusted look on his face, "Stupid fake accent!"
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Post by inyuchan on Sept 12, 2003 3:24:43 GMT -5
((Mind if I give it a try?))
Up on the Speak Easy stage, Renate Kelley sang her heart out to a heart-wrenching jazz tune that no one seemed to really care about. The slender shadow aisha's husky, alto voice sang about love lost, and the spotlight threw a glittering halo on her red sequined dress.
Inside, Renate was laughing. She had a decent voice, and it was easy cash to let the lonley creatures of the night wallow in their depression as she sang. But this was just a part time gig.
She was here for Big Daddy, her sure way to get the status she craved. Love lost? Feh. Renate wanted power supreme. Love was just an illusion.
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