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Author Topic: Apocalypse: An RP for BL Forumers - Back to the Future  (Read 259378 times)

"Oh, it's you. You want to be roasted?"


wait, am I still in the complex, or did you go with my misconception.

"Oh look, he's still her after all..." I said as I pulled out the Pop-Gun.
I fired a blast at him, knocked him to the ground and deafening him.

Alex yells in pain, his mask still covering his face, as he sits on the platform. His crowbar has clipped the grated surface of the platform, and he is nearly unconcious to recognize anything of what just happened.

"You son of a bitch!" Alex blatantly replies with, trying to get himself up.

I grabbed a piece of metal at my feet and chucked it boomerang style at HIS feet.

*SHAP*

A surge of pain and electricity lunges through Jokey's back. Seems he forgot something.

The metal hits Alex's right boot, making him trample to his hands and knees after he had seemingly been able to get himself back up, making him groan in in-tolerance.

"You just sent so much power through my Pop-Gun..."

"That's odd, it did-"
I was interrupted by the Pop-Gun going off so loudly, it could be heard from the house.

>Facepalm and Fruit, we are all deaf for a while now.

Alex, now with wide eyes, disoriented to the point of not being aware of what is going around him, tries to get himself back up, swaying as he gains his balance, looking around the room with wonder to why he cannot hear, staying rational, he makes his way down to the metal staircase, pacing down them, and nearly slipping due to the dizziness implemented by his disorientation. He's slightly coughing occasionally as well.

Jockey drops the pop-gun as it fires again.
His ears are burning and ringing but this is his chance.
David does a sideways whip and wraps the chain around Jokey.

It's in my holster and I'm not a Jockey.
And we don't control other people good sir, and I'm wearing headphones.

"Well this is just peachy..." I thought aloud.

It's in my holster and I'm not a Jockey.
And we don't control other people good sir, and I'm wearing headphones.

"Well this is just peachy..." I thought aloud.
You're still caught in the chain right?

Fine.

"What are you doing?"

As Alex re-gains his sense of pre-caution, he glances back behind him, up to where the two rather hostile individuals are now standing, he cannot hear the recent sentence either of them just spoke, and he continues to pace towards the backdoor.