RPG The Year of Otaku

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Ken himself was having a hard time falling to sleep- he had always slept with a fan near his bed, and the sudden all-consuming silence that most people were used to when they sleep irritated him.

Finally after what seemed like years of futile readjustments to his position in the bed, he stood up and sighed, staring at a random wall. He finally stood, walking over to the dresser and grabbing a small clock that Ellie had placed there.

It was only 9:57.

"[i]Damn, it is still pretty fucking early. Eh, I guess I could go for a walk or something to ease my frayed nerves.[/i]"

He slid on some clothes, trying to be as quiet as possible- but not too much, the silence seemed to be eating him up more as he payed more attention to it. At an abnormally quick pace he slid out of the room and through the house, reaching the front door.

He fumbled around for the lock, the darkness and silence shaking hands, realizing what good business partners they were. Before he found it, there was a slight sound somewhere behind him, lost in the hallways and rooms.

He turned and narrowed his eyes, sternly searching the darkness. The noise happened again, a bit further away, a bit more cautious. His common sense, shaking it's head, finally stepped foreward and presented a slew of logical reasons as to why he shouldn't worry. Slowly he shook his head, blaming his unusual paranoia on the mix of darkness, silence and unfamiliarity of the house.

Still, he made haste in unlocking the door and stepping outside, walking around aimlessly outside. Finally he wandered away from the house, recklessly leaving the door unlocked in the process.

Around 35 minutes passed. Ken was finally arriving back at the house after a nice walk, singing as quietly as he could to himself. There was an immediate sensation of something being wrong around him. An invisible radar in his mind passively collected the data his senses were picking up. Eyes narrowing, he remembered that he had not locked the door before his idle wandering.

The shadows moved, and Ken calmly resolved to arm himself with a makeshift weapon

He grabbed the nearest thing he could find- it was a small, frail stick whos days of glory were long since passed.

"What the fuck? God forsaken.."

The stick flew to the side with a quick toss. He resumed trying to find some sort of small defensive tool, but all he could get was a moderately larger, sturdier stick.

Mentally sighing, he knew he had to work with this stick- even if the moonlight was shining down on him like a spotlight. The show must go on.

"Who is there?"

Silence. He said the first thing that came to his mind.

"I warn you, I am a skilled monk from Nepal whos mastery in the art of fighting with this hefty, sturdy wooden staff is the best on this continent."

As soon as he said that, a large grin on his face formed- how stupid was that? His logic was screaming at him for being such a fool, but, with his lack of sleep and weariness from the day, it was all his usually keen mind could muster.

Still, there was no response- Ken tossed the stick in the direction he had seen the person move. Wether it hit them or not didn't matter, it was a distraction- he tore through the front door and immediately locked it.

The only way anyone could get in now is if they had a key, but that was stupid. The only people who had access to the key were.. well.. all his friends in the house. With that logic he felt secure, relieved- but still, what if...

He headed back to bed, resolveing to not tell anyone of his odd encounter- it could have been paranoia, his mind playing tricks on him. No reason to appear melodramatic. Lost in his thoughts, he finally slid into a sleep only a couple of minutes later at 10:42.[/color]

[Queen Asuka]

[color=hotpink][size=1]Tori woke up with the sun shining through the windows above her. It was only about 7 Pacific time, but it was well into the morning Eastern time. John was sleeping happily beside her, barely any blankets covering up. She sat up, looking at her own side of the bed and saw that she had the majority of them. That was one thing bad about sleeping with her...she was quite the blanket hog.

She slipped off the side of the bed gracefully, arching her back and stretching, letting out a slight yawn and a loud squeak. John stirred and she turned and looked at him as he pulled the blankets over his face, mumbling something about the sunshine being too bright. She smiled slightly, making her way to the bathroom and brushing her teeth.

She quietly slipped back into the bedroom when she was done, stepping into her bedroom shoes by the bed. John was still sleeping, or so she supposed, so she decided to go and make breakfast on her own. Popping a Pop-Tart in the toaster wasn't too difficult, was it?

She skipped happily down the stairs, beaming as though she was made of sunshine herself. She met up with a tired looking James in the foyer.

"Good morning, James!" she said, latching onto him in a hug.

"Er, hey Tori," he said, smiling and yawning. "Where are you heading this early?"

"Well, I was going to see about making breakfast..."

About that time, the doorbang rang. James and Tori both turned to it, the latter still attached to the former. Neither of them made their way towards the door, and Ellie came walking in, quickly opening the door. A policeman stood there. James and Tori stared blankly and he and Ellie exchanged a few words and he made his way into the sitting room where D'Ann and Jenna were. Tori and James slowly followed Ellie, who had followed the policemen.

Tori listened intently, sitting beside Jenna, who had finally sat up. She looked groggy, and Tori idly played with Jenna's hair. D'Ann calmly explained what she thought might have had happened, and the officer left the room to take a look around the house. Tori frowned at Jenna.

"It scares me that this happened to you, Jenna..." she said, her voice shaking.

"Ah, come on Tori, don't get upset. I'm sure it's not that big of a deal," James said.

"So everyone else is asleep and doesn't know what has happened yet?" Ellie asked.

"Apparently that's the case. I found Jenna on the floor in the foyer," said D'Ann.

The group sat there silently. The police officer came back after a little while, telling them that he didn't find any evidence.

"We've got you in our files now," he said, "but we'll be back later on today to question the other people in the house who are still sleeping." The officer himself looked a bit bewildered at the large house they lived in, giving the sitting room and quick look before making his way out the door once again. Ellie followed him, locking the door back and coming back into the sitting room.

"Anyone up for Pop-Tarts and hot chocolate?" Tori asked. "I'm sure it will do something to lighten the mood a bit. I've got plenty for all of us."[/color][/size]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Ken walked into the sitting room after evesdropping, a stern, serious look on his face. He was dressed in casual clothes- black, baggy jeans and an orange shirt. He glanced at the various people, and then to Jenna.

"Did you happen to know the time when you this occured? Maybe even an estimate?"

Ellie looked at him oddly, "How do yo-"

"I was listening. I listen alot. Now if you please, answer my question."

"Actually, I know the exact time. It would have been 10:45-46." Jenna said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

".......... you're sure they came in the front door?"

"Yes."

"What does that matter?" D'Ann asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It doesn't. To you, that is. Thank you for the information."

Ken walked away as quiet as he had arrived, quickly and efficently.

"He knows something." D'Ann murmered.

Ken called out, "I probably do. Doesn't mean you should murmer under your breath about it."
--

He continued to walk away, needing a mix of answers and breakfast. The answers to the prediciment that was the fact that he had locked the door soundly shut before the time Jenna had given him.

Grabbing a nearby box of poptarts, conviently left out by an unknown person, he ripped some out of the wrapper and shoved them into the toaster, tapping his finger impatiently.

A low lying sense of insecurity was with him now. But, he had to ignore it- there weren't enough facts.. for now.

Out popped his poptarts- as advertised. He grabbed a saucer and tossed them on it, sitting down with a more content look on his face. Chomping idlely, his mind drifted to other things.[/color]

[Queen Asuka]

[color=hotpink][size=1]Tori, sitting there waiting to see if anyone wants a pop-tart, gets pissed and just leaves the room. She goes out to the garage, finds a container of gasoline and just beings to pour it around the outside of the house. She continues along happily, as if in a trance, until she runs out. The smell is strong in the air.

She smiles happily, satisfied with her work. She then pulls out of her pocket a pack of matches that she has carefully stolen from Charles.

"Eh, he wont be needing these anymore..." she said, lighting up one and throwing it towards the house. It immediately catches flame. She continues doing this, making her way around the house until she runs out of matches. It is already consumed in fire, and no one has bothered to make their way outside. She smirks, makes her way to the garage and gets inside of her Explorer, backing down the driveway.

"Who cares if I lost all of my belongings just now in a fire that I started, probably ending up killing everyone inside...No one likes sitting around for three days waiting for someone to tell her if they want a damn poptart or not."

She laughs manically and drives down the road, heading back home to Georgia, the mansion a blazing inferno behind her.[/color][/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]*blink blink* *coughs out carbon* Are you posessed? Either way, the fishtank preserved my room.[/COLOR]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]People question me as to how RPGs can die and I never have a really set answer for them.

Thank you, Tori. I believe I can finally give them a good, reasonable answer, lol.[/color]

[Justin]

Tori stops a redlight somewhere in Nevada, still throughroughly satisfied with herself. She thinks back on all of the house members. Jenna...with her...Jenna-ness. Ken...D'Anne...all of them.

"Wait a second...what about...NO!" She cries as she looks out the window to see Justin grinning devilishly in his black '69 Camaro SS. She could [i]feel[/i] the rumble of the 396 cubic inch v8. Before she could even touch the accelerator, a blast of Flowmaster sound crushed her eardrums and shattered her windows. She sped off in fear.

"What?! How!? Why!?" She cried as she raced down the road, still unable to hear. But still able to [i]feel[/i] that fury of the muscle car pounding the ground behind her.

Then...it stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Twenty miles down the road, she let out a sigh of relief, her hearing was coming back to her. "I should've known!" she cried aloud.

"Yes. You should have." A familiar voice sent a icy rush thorugh her body. She looked over to the passenger side. Justin smirked, pulled out his .44 magnum, and shot Tori 69 times--69 to match his 69 Camaro.

A group of campers who had been below the cliff Tori's Explorer had flown off would later report that a black figure had lept from the SUV just as it went off the edge. They aslo would report an incredible roar that continued for nearly five minutes, gradually evanescensing.

-Justin

[Queen Asuka]

[color=hotpink][size=1]Justin, just the thought of a body that is mangled beyond recognition, as a body being shot 69 times would be, makes me feel nauceous. You should have just let it go, man. Revenge is sweet, but now you've gone and made me sick. You could have made me die in a better way you know. I would have rather have been eaten by man-eating worms. Or something.

I didn't want this RPG to die, so it really pissed me off when it did. I don't know, so I went insane. Maybe myself should have had a car wreck and burnt to death herself? Anyway, it's all over now.

If you really want to continue, I'll willing to delete my posts and let it go from where it was at. Or better yet, it could all just be part of a bad dream.[/color][/size]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]I thought it was going fine. We just hit a dramatic bump before everyone could run off and do their thing for a bit more.

Heh.[/color]