Post by Mr. Johnson on Apr 22, 2009 21:18:52 GMT -5
Gamerz Haven, the name of it alone prepares you for the adolescent smell and demeanor you know lies beyond the front door. As you walk in, a jacked out punker stands by the door, his mind in a haze as hes jacked in to a BTL from a wall jack, his wild flailing is barely matched by the spiked green hairdo and the ten pounds of metal embedded on his face.
[sigh]
what kind of johnson would want to meet in a drekhole like this?
you find yourself pushing through teenagers and young adults who look more like mindless zombies tacted out on stim patches and energy shots, tables huddled closely together as these tech heads bounce from one table to the next to jack in to the next BTL that section has to offer. It barely takes a glance before you find your target, an older man well into his 50's looks around at the crowd as if he were waiting for someone. His cloths look like hand me downs from your local second hand charity, his hair combed over his very apparent bald spot on his head, the glasses thick enough to make his eyes appear almost non-existent. You pause for a moment as you see 3 shapes approach the man, one is a very tall bulky street thug with outdated cyber gear protruding from his body with wires and scars. Another is a young beautiful female, her gothic clothing, jet black hair and various tattoos exposed in revealing clothing, as well as her nervous twitch. The third, a dwarf, well aged wearing a pair of thick rimmed goggles on his head, and a remote board strung across his back.
seriously?
at first you start to wonder why you even need to be here, the message that got you here was vague, no exact amount of pay mentioned, only date and location. Runs have been scarce though, right now just about anything would do to keep your mind occupied. You slowly find yourself moving closer to the table, as you get closer the group stops talking and looks towards you.
Ahhhh, you made it! I trust it wasnt too hard to find, I apologize for the location but I barely know my place around here, and the kid at the station said this place was.....
he pauses, seemingly trying to grasp something with his mind
jammin? rammin? pammin? I dont remember.. come sit.. sit..
you each take your seats, still feeling a little uneasy especially since your small group is now starting to attract the attention of some of the kids nearby.
NAMES SKID!! the large bulky man says extending his hand, his loud over powering voice could easily be heard across the room. IM HERE TO FRAG SOME DREK UP!! YEAH!! he starts bobbing his head as he looks around to his left and right WHAT ARE YOU DREK HEADS LOOKIN AT!! ILL RIP THOSE CORDS OUT AND SHOVE EM WAY UP YOUR NERDY ARSES..
Mac the dwarf says as he glares at the bulky male and seriously skid, what have I said about you yelling all the time? remember what happened the last time?
YEAH!! AND WE TOTALLY WHOOPED ALL THOSE DRE...
please...... johnson puts his hand on the mans arm to interrupt him.
I apologize for him, a few years ago he had some low grade drek installed and it screwed him up pretty bad he chuckles softly seemingly at his comment that was in a way funny to himself We know each other, but not the pretty lady sitting next to me here, tell me sweetheart, whats your na...
Terramynameisterraandiamreallygladtomeetallofyouwhencanwestartthisthing?
her words spew out so fast that even the dwarf just stares at her as if she had just pulled a 50 pound python from her nostril. as she neared the end of her blurt you could easily see her getting more excited and begins to twitch more. The dwarf grabs the seat of his chair and hop slides the chair a little bit away from her..
My name is fr... he pauses and once again begins to go into a deep though like hes trying to recall something
roberts... no.. grondin? no its.. its.. uhmm...oh JOHNSON!! yes he smiles.. contently
the table grows silent, the 4 figures turn their gazes towards you, waiting for you to speak.
during this time, feel free to interact.. the games official kick off date is set for May first. Do not ask the Johnson any questions about the run at this time since no info will be released as of yet. My goal is to TRY to make this a minimal combat campaign since combat always takes up so much time, but for you blood lusters out there I will keep you in mind. Any questions outside of the campaign, please feel free to PM me. If ive forgotten anything then blame it on the lack of sleep, the over abundance of coffee, and 2 crappy weeks at work.
[sigh]
what kind of johnson would want to meet in a drekhole like this?
you find yourself pushing through teenagers and young adults who look more like mindless zombies tacted out on stim patches and energy shots, tables huddled closely together as these tech heads bounce from one table to the next to jack in to the next BTL that section has to offer. It barely takes a glance before you find your target, an older man well into his 50's looks around at the crowd as if he were waiting for someone. His cloths look like hand me downs from your local second hand charity, his hair combed over his very apparent bald spot on his head, the glasses thick enough to make his eyes appear almost non-existent. You pause for a moment as you see 3 shapes approach the man, one is a very tall bulky street thug with outdated cyber gear protruding from his body with wires and scars. Another is a young beautiful female, her gothic clothing, jet black hair and various tattoos exposed in revealing clothing, as well as her nervous twitch. The third, a dwarf, well aged wearing a pair of thick rimmed goggles on his head, and a remote board strung across his back.
seriously?
at first you start to wonder why you even need to be here, the message that got you here was vague, no exact amount of pay mentioned, only date and location. Runs have been scarce though, right now just about anything would do to keep your mind occupied. You slowly find yourself moving closer to the table, as you get closer the group stops talking and looks towards you.
Ahhhh, you made it! I trust it wasnt too hard to find, I apologize for the location but I barely know my place around here, and the kid at the station said this place was.....
he pauses, seemingly trying to grasp something with his mind
jammin? rammin? pammin? I dont remember.. come sit.. sit..
you each take your seats, still feeling a little uneasy especially since your small group is now starting to attract the attention of some of the kids nearby.
NAMES SKID!! the large bulky man says extending his hand, his loud over powering voice could easily be heard across the room. IM HERE TO FRAG SOME DREK UP!! YEAH!! he starts bobbing his head as he looks around to his left and right WHAT ARE YOU DREK HEADS LOOKIN AT!! ILL RIP THOSE CORDS OUT AND SHOVE EM WAY UP YOUR NERDY ARSES..
Mac the dwarf says as he glares at the bulky male and seriously skid, what have I said about you yelling all the time? remember what happened the last time?
YEAH!! AND WE TOTALLY WHOOPED ALL THOSE DRE...
please...... johnson puts his hand on the mans arm to interrupt him.
I apologize for him, a few years ago he had some low grade drek installed and it screwed him up pretty bad he chuckles softly seemingly at his comment that was in a way funny to himself We know each other, but not the pretty lady sitting next to me here, tell me sweetheart, whats your na...
Terramynameisterraandiamreallygladtomeetallofyouwhencanwestartthisthing?
her words spew out so fast that even the dwarf just stares at her as if she had just pulled a 50 pound python from her nostril. as she neared the end of her blurt you could easily see her getting more excited and begins to twitch more. The dwarf grabs the seat of his chair and hop slides the chair a little bit away from her..
My name is fr... he pauses and once again begins to go into a deep though like hes trying to recall something
roberts... no.. grondin? no its.. its.. uhmm...oh JOHNSON!! yes he smiles.. contently
the table grows silent, the 4 figures turn their gazes towards you, waiting for you to speak.
during this time, feel free to interact.. the games official kick off date is set for May first. Do not ask the Johnson any questions about the run at this time since no info will be released as of yet. My goal is to TRY to make this a minimal combat campaign since combat always takes up so much time, but for you blood lusters out there I will keep you in mind. Any questions outside of the campaign, please feel free to PM me. If ive forgotten anything then blame it on the lack of sleep, the over abundance of coffee, and 2 crappy weeks at work.