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A madcap race across the country for the ultimate prize! OPEN! |
| [Introduction]
Prologue: New York City, the present day. There were no photographs of family and friends on the desk of Prospero King, CEO of Tempest Enterprises. Instead, there are several large paintings: paintings of his daughter, Miranda, her husband, Ferdinand and their children. Of course, this had come from a time long before photographs were even invented. Miranda and Ferdinand were long dead now. Prospero took a long puff of his cigar and sighed. "How many years have we lived now, Ariel?" he asked his servant Ariel. This agile, merry spirit, which centures ago could be found flitting freely through the skies, was now confined to a desk, typing away at a computer too quickly to be seen by the human eye. "Almost 500 years now, sir." said Ariel. "500 years!" exclaimed Prospero. "I am the oldest living man who ever walked the Earth. And all this time, have I not grown more powerful, wiser, slowly learning more magic. Have I not the power to destroy the world, if I so desired?" "Yes sir." said Ariel. "And yet, for all that power, your brother Antonio has grown even more powerful and lived just as long. And were it not for you, he would even now be taking over the entire world." This was something Prospero had been painfully aware of for many years. "Not anymore," he said, softly. "Tomorrow, my new plan begins. Soon, this is all going to be over. Just like a bad dream. Soon I will be able to go to the grave like a natural man and see my daughter again." The next day... Tempest Enterprises was a huge office building. Lots of people had business there every day. Today, it was: -a group of high school students on a field trip, led by two teachers (one teacher was a kind, wonderful one, and the other was a nasty ogre) -a group of mafia hitmen come to collect protection money -a group of corporate lawyers come to offer Mr. King a chance to merge Tempest Industries with their tobacco company -a longtime employee come to beg for extra money so he could pay for his ten-year-old daughter's leg operation -the ten-year-old daughter, in her wheelchair -a young woman who wanted to use the bathroom, with a 1-year-old boy she was babysitting -a blind man who wandered into the wrong building -A homeless man looking for a meal -a priest planning to station himself in the building and preach to anyone who came by -a disgruntled ex-employee who went crazy after being fired for theft, wielding a shotgun and wearing 500 pounds of dynamite. -a private detective hired by Prospero's brother Antonio to spy on Prospero for reasons never made clear to the detective -the pizza delivery boy and, finally... -a group of goth teenagers who were convinced that Prospero was a demon sorceror and wanted him to teach them some secrets of necromancy Everyone who came in found a sign saying "This way to get what you want". They all followed the sign and ended up in a huge room. When everyone was in the door slammed shut. Prospero King stepped out to address the crowd of people. He was dressed not as the CEO, but as the man he truly had been: Prospero, the exiled duke of Milan. "Welcome!" he announced, "My name is Prospero. You may have heard of me through William Shakespeare's play 'The Tempest'. I am now over 500 years old, but I cannot die, as my evil younger brother Antonio is still alive as well, and were I to die, nothing would stop him from taking over the world. But I can die if someone else takes my place." "Somewhere, in the Florida Keys, buried in an underwater coral reef, is a magic artifact of mine I buried there long ago that confers all my magic power to the discoverer. It can only be found with the help of a magic map found hidden in Mount Rushmore, and a magic greyhound found in Monument Valley, Utah. If one of you is able to find this magic artifact and continue the fight, then I can rest finally. There are several machines parked outside: a car, a bus, a van, an airplane, a motorcycle with a passenger seat, a horse and carriage and a boat. Each one runs on magic and never has to have fuel, and hidden inside a special compartment on each one, you will find certain magical items that will be of use to you. Nothing of great power, but helpful little magic tricks. Whoever gets the artifact first shall become powerful enough to change the world. Now: GO!! And may the most worthy being win!" There was a pause as everyone shifted around nervously. Suddenly, the door swung open. Everyone forgot why they had come and why it was important. Only the race mattered. Within minutes, the room was empty. Meanwhile, Antonio, from his tower in the desert of Utah, watched with a grin. He had been watching the whole time through the eyes of his unwitting plan, the private detective. What happens next? That's up to chance. Right now, everyone has to pick a character, grab a vehicle and head off! The race is on! These are the characters you can choose from (please pick only ONE person!): Groups: -School group: -Teacher #1: Nasty teacher -TAKEN! -Teacher #2: Nice teacher -Student #1: everyman (boy) -TAKEN! -Student #2: gymnast (girl) -Student #3: prankster (boy) -TAKEN! -Student #4: valedictorian (girl) -Student #5: new student (girl) -Lawyer group: -Lawyer #1: man -Lawyer #2: woman -Lawyer #3: older man -Mafia group: men or women -knuckle-breaker - TAKEN! -machine gunner -knife thrower -bomb expert - TAKEN! -Goth group: -Goth #1: boy -Goth #2: girl -Goth #3: boy -Goth #4: girl - TAKEN! Individual people: -pizza boy -babysitter girl and baby -employee and 10-year-old girl in wheelchair -blind old man -homeless man -crazy ex-employee with gun - TAKEN! -private eye -priest If you pick an individual person, you might have to form a group with someone else. There is also the possibility to meet other people along the way! Vehicles: -Motorcycle with passenger seat: 2-3 people -plane: 15 people -bus: 12 people -car: 4-6 people -boat: 2-6 people -horse and carriage: 3 people -van: 8 people Rules: 1. I know this campfire does not make sense. Do I care? Not really. 2. Romance is fine. It would be interesting to see what kind of romances develop. 3. No killing. Vehicles CAN get wrecked and injuries CAN be sustained, though. But this supposed to be a comedy, so don't make it dark! Keep it SLAPSTICK! 4. Do NOT automatically place yourself in the lead! Do this realistically! 5. For your first addition, include a character profile looking like this: Name: Age: Which character you are: Group (if applicable): Vehicle: Personality: Appearance: Other: 6. Have fun! |
| Name: Jonathon Brockmeyer Age: 18 Which character you are: Student #1, everyman Group (if applicable): School field trip Vehicle: Bus (see below) Personality: Jonathon is undoubtedly a prolific presence in the school, as a member of the track team, a whiz at math and engineering and a clarinet player in the school music club. However, he does'nt try these things to be competitive, but just does them because he likes them, so he isn't good enough at any one thing to secure a scholarship. Because of that, he's never really recognized by the other students, and just kind of blends in. He's friendly with everyone, but only has a few REAL friends, most notably the new girl and the gymnast, as well as a few bitter enemies, including the school prankster. He seems to be content with that. Appearance: Jonathan is, for the most part, physically unremarkable. He's medium build, has long legs and short brown hair. One of his eyes is brown and the other is blue. Other: Friends with the new girl and the gymnast, enemies with the prankster. Doesn't like the mean teacher, but then, nobody does. * * * * * The moment the doors flung open, Jonathan was one of the people running at the head of the group. It was lucky that he was a runner on the track team. Even so, he had no idea exactly why he was running so fast. What exactly was the point of being the fastest runner if everyone was traveling by vehicle? He hadn't had time to think about this; he was just doing what everbody else was. Signs had been put up to guide the group of people down to the garage, where the vehicles were. On the stairs he started falling behind as most of the people started jumping over the banister to get in front. However, Jon always descended stairs rather unusually: rather than step down one stair at a time he would take giant leaps, clearing as many as four or five steps at a time. By the time they reached the basement, he was back in front. The garage was a huge room, and the vehicles were pretty spread out. People began running every which way to jump into the nearest vehicle, but the schoolbus was the farthest one from the entrance. Seeing this, and realizing nobody else would think to run for the vehicle that was farthest away, Jonathan set out for that one. He got to the bus, shoved the door open, and turned around to see that, thankfully, everyone else from his class trip was following his lead. he held the door open for both teachers, the nice one and, much to his regret, the mean one, and then for four more students. At that point, more students were coming, but so was someone else: a crazy-looking man holding a shotgun and wearing what Jon recognized, with a chill, as being several tons of dynamite. Rather than let him onto the bus, Jon slammed the door. One of the teachers revved up the ignition, and went right towards the garage door. It plowing through the heavy oak door like a bunch of toothpicks, and came right up onto the busy New York street. The other students were too late to go back for, it was just these seven people now. The first vehicle had left the garage, and the race was on! |
| Name: Lawrence Nager (aka Professor Nager) Age: 41 Which character you are: Teacher #2 (the nasty one) Group (if applicable): School Vehicle: Schoolbus Personality: Professor Nager is the character in the story just to have bad things happen to him. He's everyone's least favorite teacher--a harsh, egomaniacal, bossy, rude and thoughtless teacher, who probably plans to keep all the magic for himself if his group the first one to find it. Nobody likes him but so far nobody has veer had the courage to stand up to him--and the ruler he always carries around. Served in Vietnam; terrifying rumors abound on the subject. Appearance: Tall and red-faced, he generally wears a plaid shirt, jeans and a tie that has a picture of a hippie being decapitated. He wears heavy brown sneakers with cleats and carries a heavy wooden ruler around like a sword. * * * * * "What the heck do you think you were doing? You should have let that guy on!" "He had a shotgun and strapped dynamite to his chest, Professor Nager," growled Jonathon through clenched teeth. "I figured it was probably best if we didn't let him get on." "Are you crazy? Do you have any idea how useful a gun and dynamite would be in a thing like this?" "We're not actually going to be killing anyone, are we, Professor Nager?" asked the new girl. "Well, we wouldn't HAVE to if everybody just does their part right and doesn't make any more STUPID mistakes. Do you want that unlimited magical power or WHAT?" "You know, Larry," chimed in the other teacher behind the wheel. "You seem awful confident that this magic artifact actually even exists, considering you just heard about it several minutes ago from an old man with a huge beard." "Oh, I'm sorry," said Professor Nager sarcastically. "So I WAS the only one who ran for his God-forsaken life out of the room as soon as the doors went open? Is that right? Don't make me laugh. And keep your eyes on the road." "Where do we go first?" asked the valedictorian. "Monument Valley or Mount Rushmore?" "I've always wanted to see Mount Rushmore," said the gymnast. "Me too," said the new girl. Lawrence whacked the side of the bus with his ruler, making everyone flinch. "What we're GOING to do is keep driving until we find an airport, and buy tickets to Mount Rushmore. Then you guys are going to stay in the airport while I go out here and get the damn thing!" "WHAT?" asked the new girl. "Hey, why can't--" "Shut up." said Professor Nager, adjusting his "dead hippie" tie. Jonathan opened his mouth to say something--probably along the lines of a protest or a confrontation. "You shut up too, Brockmeyer." |
| Name: Mary Johnson(undercover) Age:24 Which character you are:Private Eye Vehicle:Motorcycle Personality:Mary, when not in case mode, is funny and light-hearted. She loves all extreme sports and is active in martial arts. But. When she gets in her case mode she's cool and calculating. But her anger is sometimes a problem. She doesn't take crap ever. Appearance:Although she's extremely athletic and fit, she appears to be stout because she is very short. Don't be fooled. She has dark red hair and black eyes. She has a slight scar on her wrist. It's where Antonio has left his secret insigna. Other:She's suppose to be watching Prospero. She had no idea about the race for the magic. ~*~ In the back of the pack, Mary jogged with a phone stuck to her ear. In case someone was listening, she spoke in code-ish. "Hi there." "Hello Mary," Antonio's voice purred. "Look, there's been a change of plan, and I won't make it home for a while." "I know." "You do? Well record it!" "I want you to get it for me, Mary." "Will do. Take care of yourself, Mom." "Watch out for Prospero's tricks along the way. I wouldn't want you getting hurt." "I love you too, Mom." Mary hung up and jumped on the motorcycle. She felt one or two people jump in the passenger side as she peeled out. A grunt came from the seat, but Mary was in her mood. She sped through the traffic narrowly missing a school bus and a van. "I heard a few people saw they were going to Mount Rushmore. Let's head to Monument Valley," a voice said. Mary only nodded. |
| Name: Abel Age: 25 Which character you are: The Homeless Man Vehicle: None at the moment. Personality: Appearance: Long, messy jet black hair, with messy uncontrolled black facail hair, Black eyes wears a t-shirt with baggie jeans. the only clothes he wears until winter, usually a nice person will give him their coat. Other: Before he was homeless, Abel was a pilot in the air force, but after commiting a crime, Abel was kicked out. Since then Abel has been living "off the grid" to hide from the police and stay out of prison ~-*-~ Abel walked out of the building, disappointed. A friend said they where giving out free food, but unstead, he found an old man talking to a group of people. But some good did come out of in, Abel was able to pick picket some money off of some people. While counting the money, Abel thought about what the old man said With all that power, i can do so many thing, Have some much money. Then Abel thought about his 10th grade history class. He remember watching video on leaders, Abel notice how even the good leader's thirst for power could lead to ruins. i cant have the power, i will make sure someone with the right mind does. Now how do i get to Mount Rushmore? |
| Name: Willow Raven (her real name is Britney Charming but don't call her that if you want to live) Age: 19 Which character you are: Goth #2 Group: Goth Vehicle: Car Personality: Dark, extremely sarcastic. She has no tolerance for giddiness of any sort. Her boyfriend got her into this...well, cult-in-the-making, for lack of a better term. Appearance: Long dyed black hair that has been straightened and shoved over one shoulder. She's as pale as you can get and has dark purple eye shadow. She's relatively tall and always found in leggings and a corset. Other: She wants to learn necromancy to revive a loved one. Her dog that died when she was nine, Chili. (Not even her fellow goths know this.) |
| Name: Cayden Davis Age: 17 Which character you are: Babysitter with baby Vehicle: Plane Personality: She's very sweet and friendly, which may cause her to get hurt during the race. As the only girl in a family of boys, she is an avid sports fan and hates anything girly. Appearance: She has brown hair usually pulled through a baseball cap and gray eyes. She's wearing jeans and a Brewer's sweatshirt, complete with running shoes. Her body isn't completely in shape, though she's not overweight. Other: Sorry, I don't have time for more. |
| Name: Lillielle Montmorency, aka Lilli Age: 18 Character: Goth#4 Vehicle: car Personality: She's sweet, although she can be quite sullen at times. She has a very dry sense of humor, and she's very intelligent. Appearance: She's very short and slender. She has long red-streaked blonde hair and purple eyes. She always wears black. Other: Though she's shy, she loves singing. |
| (Okay, a lot of characters have been filled, and from this point on, I will slowly start to create identities for any characters not yet occupied. Others are encouraged to do this as well.) Jon sat in the very back row of the bus, glaring out the window. He hated Professor Nager so much, but then, that was nothing new. The new girl came down to the end of the row and sat next to him. She and the gymnast, Karen, were two good friends of his who had miraculously made it onto the bus, and he was thankful for their company. The new girl's name was Renee Davis, and she had just moved to Jon's school from Florida. On seeing his angry expression, she smiled and ran a finger absently through her long black hair. "Upset?" Jon looked at her with an incredulous look. "Does it SHOW?" he asked sarcastically. "If it makes you feel any better, Jon, we all hate Professor Nager. But you've done more in the way of talking back to him than anybody I've seen in a long time." This DID make him feel better, and Jon softened. "Well, we're not in school now, so he can't just give me detention, like he'd usually do--oh crap, we're at the airport. We're about to sit by and do nothing as the world's biggest jerk gets unlimited power and does god-knows-what with it." Renee looked out the window over his shoulder, and they could see Prof. Nager running into the airport to buy tickets. Renee brightened. "Would ice cream make you feel any better? My treat," She reached into her pocket, then, after a second, withdrew in surprise. "My wallet's gone!" Jonathon felt in his own pockets for several minutes, then retracted both hands. "Mine's missing too!" On hearing this, both Karen, the prankster and the nice teacher started looking for their wallets. Everyone's wallets were gone. "Shoot!" yelled Jonathon, standing up and finally giving into his anger by striking the seat in front of him. "It must have been that homeless guy who walked into the building at the same time as us! He pickpocketed ALL of our wallets!" Right on cue Professor Nager walked in, face red with rage. "That does it! We are DRIVING this heap of junk straight to Monument Valley! Move out of the way!" He practically shoved the nice teacher out of the driver's seat and turned the bus around with such force that Jon fell over on top of Renee. After a minute, Renee laughed, and Jon couldn't help but laugh as well. They helped each other up and got back in their seats. "Hey Jon," she whispered, "Want to gang up on Professor Nager?" Jon looked at her. "Oh, come on," she said. "Do you REALLY think he should be allowed to get that power?" Jon thought hard for a minute, although it really wasn't a difficult decision. Then he gave her his answer. |
| Name: Adelaide Grayson Age: 27 Character: Nice teacher Group: School field trip Vehicle: School bus Personality: Addy is still a tad naive, young, and very energetic. She greatly enjoys her job, and interacting with teenagers, since she's not that old herself. Adelaide is outgoing, with a great sense of humor. She's intelligent, and very interested in politics, the environment, and keeping her students aware on what's going on. Appearance: Petite, 5'4", with an average, feminine body, Addy has a classic look. She has creamy skin, bright green eyes, and long, wavy chestnut hair with honey highlights. Her style is contemporary, simple, feminine. Other: Adelaide still doesn't understand why her coworker never has a happy moment, in life or at work. She greatly enjoys the company of students, and never desires that they should dislike class or their teacher. |
| Name: Cameron D'Antonio Age: 27 Which character you are: Machine Gunner Group (if applicable): Mafia Vehicle: Van Personality: Cameron will not take your shit. She's a hardass and, while she respects the rules of her "organization" as she calls it, she has little respect for stupidity or bureaucratic bullshit. Exceptionally bright and quick on her feet, Cameron is someone you want around for logistics, execution, and the aftermath of a crime (or anything else, for that matter). She abhors whiney people and has no issue with shutting someone up using any means necessary. With Cameron, the ends definitely justifies the means. Appearance: Cameron doesn't look like someone that should be in the mafia. In fact, she looks more like someone that should be in movies, despite the scars she's earned in streetfights (namely one that starts under her right eye and crosses her face to the left side of her jaw). Long, deep red hair comes from her Irish mother, but everything else about her is her Italian father; olive skin, bright ice blue eyes, and strong features. She has a beautiful smile, when she actually lets you see it, and a full mouth, straight nose, and her eyes are wide and expressive. Like many of her family, she is tall (5'10), but she has curves. Often, she is forced to use her good looks and innate sexuality to get a job done, though she hates it. Other: Cameron will not miss you if she has her sights on you. She is one of the best marksmen in the world and has won many competitions to prove that fact. |
| Cayden quickly boarded the plane, hoping Jeffy would be safe on it. She had packed everything else into the bag, but a car seat was just too bulky to keep on hand. With a thump and a sigh, she dropped into the nearest seat and rifled through diapers and snack packs to find his favorite toy. Well, to be honest, it was her favorite toy. An anniversary figurine of Joe Dimagio. "And he slides into home, scoring the winning run! Yay!" With that, she tickled the one year old until he screamed with delight, annoying her fellow passengers. "Um, sorry." "It's all right." A startlingly attractive boy leaned towards her from across the aisle. "I used to watch the games with me dad before died." A deep hearted sports lover. And Scottish, too. Wait. Was she getting her first crush? On someone completely out of her league? |
| It was a bad day to be driving on the highway. Every single driver on the road was subjected to a near-constant stream of curses, shouts and totally uncalled-for remarks about certain peoples mothers. There was no denying that Lawrence Nager was a nasty man, but even his students were shocked. It was amazing, what kinds of qualities an impromptu quest for ultimate power brought out in a man. Finally, the last straw came. Professor Nager pulled up behind an SUV, driven by a bespectacled man who looked like a father. Five kids, all under the age of seven years old, peered at the bus from the back windows. Not only did Mr. Nager, as a rule, loathe anybody who put antiwar bumper stickers on their car, this SUV was in the bus' way big time. The students--the insufferable Jonathon, Renee, and Karen--watched from the back, as Professor Grayson and the prankster, whose name was Jeremy Wittus, watched from the front, all swallowing hard for the inevitable disaster that was bound to occur soon. Professor Nager gave the man one chance--he honked his horn extra long and extra loud. The father looked at the bus behind him, turned his head and motioned to the heavy traffic in front of both of them. They were coming up to the George Washington Bridge and the lanes were crowded. Professor Nager continued to honk, and the others got even more nervous. Numerous cars began to scream louder and louder threats, until finally-- --Jonathon Brockmeyer got up to try and talk sense into him-- A traffic cop started to approach the bus. Nager snapped. "That's it!" He jammed down on the brakes, soared ahead, and plowed slowly yet steadily through the cars. The SUV swerved helplessly to avoid the bus but Nager clipped him on the back fender and sent his car spinning. All it would take now was an iota of bad luck to send him speeding off the bridge. The bus had broken through the wall of cars and was now making its way over the bridge proper. Nager chuckled and sighed relief. Almost immediately, everyone began shouting at him. "Are they still alive? Are they?" Renee craned her neck in vain to see the SUV and its numerous occupants through the last bus window. "I think we need to go back," said Jonathon, straining to keep his temper. "Go back, Larry!" shouted Professor Grayson. |
| It would have been much easier to handle if Professor Nager had simply turned around and shouted, "Shut up! Shut up, all of you!" or something along those lines. Instead, he simply shot back a momentary glare of pure hatred, and floored the ignition. Jonathon could feel his temper rising, but suddenly Jeremy said something that immediately defused the situation. "Hey--didn't Prospero say that there were magical items hidden on each vehicle?" At this, Professor Nager froze. Everyone could see his mind racing, but Jonathon had already put two and two together. The glove compartment! By the time the Professor had gotten the hint, Jonathon had leapt up to the bench and gone sprinting over the seats at the fastest speed he could manage. Jeremy, who was sitting up front, also went for the glove compartment, and all three reached out a hand to grab the lid at the exact same time. However, Professor Nager's was the hand that wrenched it open, so Jeremy and Jonathon were both able to reach their hands inside. There were only two items in the glove compartment, and each boy grabbed one. Jonathon took a step back to examine his item. It was a golden coin a little larger than a quarter, dated 1604, with a pentagram on the tails side and a small chunk of glittering rock sticking out of the heads side. It was beautiful. Then, suddenly, there was a THWAP! and Professor Nager's ubiquitous ruler came swishing down and smacked his fingers. The impact was tremendous, the pain even more so; Jonathon was sure he heard several fingers crack. Fortunately, he managed to catch the coin with his other hand even as his injured hand involuntarily released it. UN-fortunately, Professor Nager immediately tackled him, and the two were soon rolling around in the aisle. Nager's face was redder than Cherry Kool-Aid and his hands were grasping Jonathon's so tightly that the pain was excruciating. "GIVE... ME... THAT!" he yelled, trying desperately to pry the coin from Jonathon's hand. Jeremy quickly pocketed the item he took from the glove compartment--a silver comb with a jade snake on either side--and ran to Jonathon's aide, spraying Professor Nager in the eyes with a lemon juice water pistol he had concealed up his sleeve. It was a touching moment--to say nothing of surreal--as Jeremy helped his worst enemy overcome their mutually most hated teacher. While all this was going on, Professor Grayson took the time to shove Professor Nager off the driver's seat and step on the brakes, stopping the bus in the middle of the George Washington Bridge. Renee quickly pried the back doors loose and ran off the bus to help the SUV Nager had driven past. Karen, the gymnast, moved to follow her, but then looked back at the three men brawling on the floor, wondering, perhaps who needed more help. Professor Nager's clublike ruler lay on the ground, tantalizingly close by... |
| ( Sorry for the short add... I have no time on my hands. ) Name: Danni Evelen Age: 24 Which character you are: Knife Thrower Group (if applicable): Mafia Vehicle: Van Personality: When you first meet her, Danni is calm and reserved. She has an innocent aura about her, but everything's not as it seems. Once you break through her shell, she is spunky and outgoing with a love of action. She has a temper, but it's not too fierce. She makes friends easily, and is very loyal. Danni has a good sense of humor, and is offened easily. Appearance: Danni is about 5'7, with a slim build and lightly tanned skin. She has violet eyes, framed by wavy, pale blonde hair and a beautiful smile. Other: Danni has been in the Mafia since she was 20, so she's pretty used to crazy people. |
| Name: Jeremiah "Jeremy" Wittus Age:18 Which character you are: Prankster Group (if applicable): School Field Trip. Vehicle: School bus. Personality: Jeremiah is rude, obnoxious, and disrespectful. Many people hate him, because he usually gets Mr. Nager into a bad mood. Then, the entire class gets extra work. Appearance: 5'7" and 120 pounds. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin. Awfully creepy-looking. Wears a shirt that says "It's only funny until someone gets hurt, then it's hilarious" and denim jeans. Always carries little "props" in his pocket. Other: He has a vendetta against Jonathan for being popular and all. |
| Cayden leaned back in her seat as the instructions began. Buckle your seat belt, here's your oxygen mask, yadayadayada. She made sure Jeffy was secure, then turned back to the boy. "So what's your name?" she asked. "Ben." he replied. "Original, huh?" "Better than Cayden. It made middle school brutal." Ben laughed. She made him laugh! "So what are we supposed to do now?" she wondered. "Wasn't there something we were supposed to find?" Ben nodded. "Yeah, but we should probably wait till they turn the seatbelt light off. The last thing I want is a concussion." |
| Name: Carlos Santana Age: 34 Character: Crazy Ex-Employee Vehicle: Motorcycle Personality: Carlos was just your average everyday man with access ti big weaponry. He is a hard working, family man. But when Prospero fired him, for compleatly unfair reasons, he decided that the old geezer needed to be taken down. Permenatly. Apperence: Normaly, he wears a suit and tie, but today, since he's a gunner, he's wearing a flannel shirt, with machine gun rounds strapped around both sides like an X. He has on army jeans, two pistols in the pockets, and two knive hidden under the pants. "Damn." Carlos muttered as the bus pulled away. That boy will pay for this... he thought quickly, then dove for anouther vehicle, the motorcycle. He jumped into the side car, as the driver hoped on as well. "I heard a few people saw they were going to Mount Rushmore. Let's head to Monument Valley," He shouted to the driver. She only nodded, and took off, racing the other vehicles out of the garage. |
| Professor Nager's face seemed to be swelling, the sudden dangerous "rabid bear" snarl getting bigger and bigger even as it got redder and redder. He desperately tried to slip a finger or two inside Jonathan's clenched fist to grab and remove the coin, but to no avail. Changing tactics, he grabbed Jonathon's other hand and started squeezing as hard as he could. This hand was the one which had been hit by Nager's ruler, and since that blow had cracked three of Jonathon's fingers, the pressure brought pure agony. Jonathon screamed. SPLOONK! Suddenly, Nager lost his angry look and began staring ahead listlessly; after a minute his head drooped. However, Jonathon didn't notice this at first--it wasn't until the pressure on his hand relaxed that he realized Nager was either dead or unconscious. Slowly, he pushed the teacher's body off him and sat up shakily. Yep, definitely unconscious. Someone cleared their throat, and Jonathon looked up. Karen was standing over the two of them, holding a fire extinguisher. Jeremy was holding Professor Nager's ruler and fuming; apparently, they had the same idea but she had beaten him to it. "Thanks," breathed Jonathon, taking a tissue out of his pocket and wrapping it around his injured fingers. From outside on the highway came a sudden chorus of relieved sighs and jubilant shouts--Renee had managed to evacuate the father and all five children from their SUV before it went over the bridge. "What do we do with him?" asked Karen. "Tie him up?" suggested Jonathon. Jeremy quickly grabbed the hated teacher and dragged him off towards one of the seats. "I'm going to have fun with this." "All right! Renee is coming back, and we'll be off!" said Professor Grayson. "And I believe I speak for everyone here when I say, thank God that man is out cold!" "Yeah!" yelled Jeremy from the back seat. "Totally," said Karen. "Amen." Jonathon took this moment to examine his magic coin. "And thank goodness he didn't get this... I wonder what it does..." Meanwhile, back at Tempest Industries... Ariel watched as a digital chart unfolded itself across the screen of his computer. To an untrained observer, it would have looked like a normal business chart. However, it wasn't. "Master, I have good news. The brutish teacher has been toppled and removed from power." Prospero was looking out the window absently; it took a minute for him to register what his servant had said, and to respond. "What? Oh, yes, excellent--very good. I don't know what I'd been thinking; making a jackanape like that the heir to all my power would make me worse than Antonio. Tell me, Ariel, do you think I made a mistake revealing to so many people the secret of my power before I knew if they were all trustworthy?" "...How shall I answer that, master?" Prospero was silent. That meant "yes", and he knew it. "And then there's the madman with the shotgun. If he should get the power..." "Well, master, you know, he is mad only because you threw him away--fired him." "Of course, I had to fire him! He was gambling with company money!" There was a long pause. Then, Ariel spoke up, "I don't think he was, master." "What do you mean?" asked Prospero, trying to hide his surprise. "I think those reports were... falsified." Prospero stared off into space a while longer, until the sun had set completely, the sky was dark and the storm clouds were laying their foundations for an overnight hurricane. "Huh." "I don't know what to say," he said at last. "except to swear, Ariel, that my hatred for my brother runs deeper than all the rivers of Heaven. It even runs deep enough, at times, to blind me to reason." Ariel smiled faintly. "It hardly surprises me--man is a creature so easily blinded." And he continued watching the screen. |
| Name: Bernice "Bernie" Giordano Age: 26 Which Character Are You: Bomb Expert Group (If Applicable): Mafia Vehicle: Van Personality: Bernie is a very literal person and tends to get nasty if she thinks you're calling her stupid. She takes orders well but will plant an explosive device on someone she thinks has commited a grave sin. Quiet, meticulous about details, and a warped sense of humor, she's the girl you have around when you need a vendetta resolved. Appearance: She's short, just a few inches over five feet tall and covered with tattoos from her neck to her feet. Her dark hair is cut longer in the front than in the back. Has brown eyes and dark olive with facial features that are more intriguing than beautiful. Tends to speak like she's fresh off the boat from Italy although she was born in New Jersey. Bernie is missing her right pinkie and the tip of her index finger from her first bomb when she was nine. Other: Got the job through nepotism: she's the favorite niece of the Don. Bernie can make a bomb out of anything and likes to experiment with things she finds in the street. |
| As the driver of the motorcycle drove through the busy streets of New York, Carlos relaxed in the passenger seat and closed his eyes. He though about his kids at home, and his wonderfull wife. And how he needed his job, and that Prospero fired him for, of all things, gambling! "I've never gambeled a thing in my life..." Carlos wispered to himself. It was true. Carlos was innocent, it was anouther man, Geff, who had it out for Carlos's position in the company who lost the money, then framed Carlos! He tried as best he could to show Prospero otherwise, but he was far too stubborn. He was fired, and Geff took his position. He looked up at his companion, a short, red-headed girl. She had on what looked like a private eye overcoat, with the hat and everything! He casuoly asked, "Hey Ms., what are you gonna do if you somehow win the race thing?" She turned her head slightly and said, "I don't think that's any of your buisiness." and continued driving. "Sorry lady, don't mean to be rude. The name's Carlos, and I'm in this thing for revenge against Prospero." Carlos said, holding his hand up to her. She kept her eyes fixed on the road, and quickly said "My name's Mary." And said nothing else. |
| "I'm gonna have fun with this ." Jeremy said while quickly grabbed Prof. Nager and dragged him off toward one of the seats. Reeling out his black Sharpie marker from his pocket, Jeremiah pondered any physical caricatures that would cause the "Nag-man" to explode. Meanwhile, everyone was celebrating freedom from his supremacy. "All right! Renee is coming back, and we'll be off!" said Professor Grayson. "And I believe I speak for everyone here when I say, thank God that man is out cold!" "Yeah!" yelled Jeremy from the back seat. He instantaneously remembered that any physical caricature would cause the "Nag-man" to freak. "Totally," said Karen. He started to scribble on the man's forehead. "By the way, who knocked him out cold?" Jeremiah asked. "I did." Karen piped up. "I love you!" Jeremy stated before continuing on my masterpiece. However, there was something else in his pocket besides the Sharpie. He started to feel it dig into his thighand managed to pull it out. It was the silver comb with the jade snakes on both sides. The neck of one of the snakes must have been what was hitting his thighs. He examined it closely. The comb shimmered in the light. The jade snakes on both ends had red ruby eyes in them that peered out into the inmost depths of their possessor. That freaked Jeremy out! From whoopie cushions to magical artifacts, Jer was stumped on how he got that far. He wondered what it did. Maybe it did something if it combed one's hair. Jeremy first wanted to comb his own hair with it, but then he considered what could happen. He could be through into oblivion or turned into a serpent himself. So he didn't want to try it on himself. Then he thought. Maybe he could try it on Jonnie. So he shoved Nager's unconscious body out of the seat so that he could manuveur around. However, then he remembered about Nager's unconscious body, the perfect test dummy. Besides, nobody liked him so if Jeremy threw him into oblivion, nobody would care. So Jeremy pulled back some of Nager's hair with the magical comb waiting for something, anything to happen. |
| The unmarked gray van was pulling away from the curb when Bernie burst through the glass doors of the building. Cameron stuck her head out of the passenger side window. "Hurry up, Bernie!" Bernie made a running leap through the back door of the van and tumbled inside just as the van made a sharp right. The force of the turn slammed the back door shut and Bernie into her work bench. Righting herself, she rubbed the sore spot over the 'Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History' tattoo on her left upper arm. She cursed under her breath in Italian. Cameron scoffed. "Its not that bad. Suck it up, Giordano." Bernie ignored the comment with growing anger and glanced over at Danni in the driver's seat. "Where are we headed - Mount Rushmore or Monument Valley?" Danni shrugged as she sped through a red light. "Mount Rushmore sounds like a good place to start as any." Bernie nodded in acknowledgement. She pulled two black bags from the corner and pulled them into her lap. Inside was everything Bernie thought she needed for the original job including a few general bombs, two small pipe bombs, and material for a time bomb including deposable timers, charges, and detonators. Of course she had a large stash of triple S grenades - sting, stun and smoke. Bernie went over her inventory twice before she was satisfied everything was in place. "You think you have enough stuff Bernie?" Cameron said sarcastically. The joke went straight over Bernie's head. With a serious expression on her face, Bernie shook her head in disappointment as she strapped a black utility vast on. "I left my grenade launcher at home." |
| “So, how exactly are we going to drive from New York City to Mount Rushmore, anyway?” asked Renee, once the bus had gotten rolling again. Professor Grayson stepped on the brake. Hard. “Damn,” she muttered to herself. “We didn’t think about that, did we?” Nobody did. “Well, what do we do now?” asked Karen. “I think we should go back and FIND that homeless man who stole all our wallets!” said Renee. “Let’s face it—unless we either get our wallets back or find another way to make some money, we won’t get very far.” Jonathon nodded. “Good idea.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” sighed the teacher. “So, should we really turn around and go back to Manhattan?” “What about you?” Renee asked as she sat down next to the valedictorian. “You’ve been awfully quiet lately.” Jonathon couldn’t hear her answer, but it was already pretty clear that they needed to go back. “You should probably tie up Professor Nager, too,” Jonathon said, noticing Jeremy struggling with something. “We don’t want him coming too and taking back control.” He came closer. “In fact, what are you doing?” Jeremy eyed him smugly. “I’m sending the Nag-man into oblivion,” he held up the silver comb he had taken from the glove compartment. “With this.” Jonathon examined the comb. “I don’t think you’re supposed to use that comb that way,” he said. “It looks like one of those old Victorian ladies’ combs. You’re supposed to wear it in your hair.” Slowly, the bus started up again, looking for a place on the highway to turn around and go back the way it had come. |
| Name: Kenshin (he's in the mob- no need for last names :P) Age:22 Which character you are: Knuckle Breaker Group: Mafia Vehicle:Motorcycle Personality: He doesn't have a very assertive pressence. Most either walk all over him or ignore him entirely- and usually they're in a possition that lets them get away with it. Only if someone disrespects another, does he actually speek up. He's got an honor code and even though he's in the mafia he's actually very kind and gentle in person. He's also very intelectual and picks up on small important pieces of detail. Appearance: sandy blonde hair thats almost always in his face- he's been wanting to get it cut but its hard when you gotta be off doing stuff for your boss. He's got real bright blue eyes too that can either creep you out or comfort you. He's very built and always wears leather biker gloves with the fingers cut off and the knuckles showing. He does hair a few pair of brass knuckles in case he's got to use his skills in martial arts. Other: Kenshin- or Ken for short- has been looking for a way out of the mob and away from his crazy partners for a long time. He's just not up for the violence thing. It was a bad idea getting into it anyway but he had to to save his family's life. ..... Kenshin sighed in relief as he rode with the two on the motorcycle. He'd just barely gotten away with it. The girls had insisted on a cover and HE was chosen to be Danni's pretend boyfriend. She knew how much she hated it so she insisted on holding onto his arm like they were on a date. Every five seconds she's call him "Honey" and tell him to go get her something. He's get hit in the head by one of the other two ladies if he didn't do it since it jepordized their cover. When everyone had made their way down, he'd taken the opportunity to sneak away from his insane partners and while they picked their vehicles, he picked the one with the last spot. The motorcycle. "Honey! Where are you going? Get your butt back here NOW!" She'd yelled as the woman he sat behind drove off. He looked back at her and smiled. Now that they were on the rode and away, Kenshin looked over at the other passanger. He sighed. The guy was clearly trouble and looked like he was having some kind of nervous break down or something. The man had noticed his stare. "You got a problem buddy?" He asked. Kenshin just shook his head and smiled nicely. There was o point in making the guy angry. Besides, Kenshin was very skilled in martial arts. Even with him being strapped with so many weaponry, he'd be able to protect himself and the woman though he gathered he wouldn't have to worry about her too much. "Good, then find something else to stare at!" Kenshin sighed. "I'm very sorry friend. I was just-" "I'm not your friend. So back off!" "You two had better shut it or I"m kicking the both of you off and you can walk!" The woman yelled as she kept her eyes on the road. Ken automatically did as she asked. For a long time they rode in silence. But Kenshin wasn't too fond of awkward silence like this. "I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Kenshin." "Kenshin? What kinda name is that?" The guy asked. Kenshin didn't appreciate the name his deceased mother gave him being mocked but he ignored the urge to punch the guy and let him role under the tires. "Shut it!" The woman warned him. She looked back at me quickly. "I'm Sam." Kenshin could tell she was lying. Whatever she was there for she wasn't going to say her real name. He just smiled at her. "You don't have to tell us your real name if you don't want to." He assured her. She froze- her eyes widening before she looked back at the road. It took a moment but she finally answered back. "It's Mary." "Well Mary, KENSHIN, I aint gonna tell you my name." "It's Carlos Santana." She said. "What?! How the-" "You still got your name tag on." She replied. Kenshin couldn't help but laugh. "You watch it buddy. Or this here bullet's gonna take a nap in the back of your head." Kenshin glared at the man. He might not be able to let him get away with it. Their journey had just begun after all. |
| Jeremy sat there staring at the Victorian woman's comb. "Ya sure it's from England?" He asked his "arch-enemy." "Pretty sure." Jonathan kept a steel glance at the comb. "What'd you get?" Jeremiah asked the "everyman." "Some coin." Jonathan showed Jeremy the coin. It didn't seem too special for a magical coin. Jonathan looked away at everyone else. "Since when were we friends?" He asked. "Since now." Jeremy took out his hand. Jonathan shook it. "To friends.' They said in unison. "Anyways, I have a reputation to keep, so let's pretend that this never happened." Jonathan whispered getting up, and walking away. "LEAVE ME ALONE, JERK!" He yelled as part of an act. "YOU STOP BEING SO CONCEITED, IDIOT!" Jeremy yelled back, improvising. A new day was dawning. |
| “Urrrrgghhh…” Slowly—painfully—consciousness forced its way back into Lawrence Nager’s mind. He was lying facedown across two of the schoolbus seats. He was bound at the wrists, ankles, knees and elbows. Then, suddenly, he became aware of what felt like a giant, throbbing hole in the back of his head. AUUUGGHH! Holy crap! There was a hole in his head! How the hell was he not dead already? Panicking, he rolled onto his back. His head brushed against the leather seat cushion, and a fireball of pain exploded in his scalp. Okay, so it wasn’t a hole. It was a big swollen bump. Well, that made more sense. Even so, OW! Which one of those damn kids had done this to him? Probably Brockmeyer. That PUNK!! Well, he’d pay. Oh, God, yes, he’d pay soon enough. Once Nager had the power, he’d make them ALL pay… He hated them all, he realized now, but he hated Brockmeyer most of all. God, it felt so liberating to finally admit that to himself; he’d always hated Brockmeyer, worse than any of them. Looking back, Nager realized that whenever the boy had taken one of his classes, he’d always tried his damn hardest to make sure he suffered. Nager had always been especially critical of his assignments, always partnered him with the worst people, never called on him unless he knew Brockmeyer couldn’t answer the question… But Brockmeyer never complained, never got into trouble, and never once had he ever failed a class, not even one of Nager’s classes. And that was the worst part, because Nager was positively itching to flunk him. Although Nager had never EVER given the kid even a single A—he didn’t care how good his tests and essays were, it was a matter of principle—Jonathan still managed to keep his grades at an average level. Just enough for him to pass the class; just about the same as everyone else’s. The PUNK. And it wasn’t just him, it was all of them! The other teachers, particularly that wuss, Adelaide Grayson, undermining his authority, disapproving of his teaching methods! As if they wouldn’t do the exact same things he did, if only they had the guts! And the students! Jeremy, that little creep. Always making Nager look bad, making kids laugh with his gross pranks. Imagine, laughter in a classroom! And that new student, who wasn’t afraid of Nager yet, the slut! And that gymnast, so fit, so athletic, so agile—everything Nager had always wanted to be! How dare she! And the valedictorian… well, actually, there was nothing bad about the valedictorian. Try as he might, Nager couldn’t think of a single thing to accuse her of. She was brilliant, focused and respectful. Just who the hell did she think she was, anyway? To hell with all of them! They didn’t know what it was like, back in ‘Nam with his old squad! He’d settle them just the way he settled Charlie! Nager tried to sit up, tried to jump to his feet, and couldn’t. Damn! Whoever had tied him up, they knew their knots well. Was it Brockmeyer? That good-for-nothing Jeremy liked to tie shoelaces together; maybe the knots were his handiwork. Maybe it had even been Grayson. Damn them all! This wasn’t over. He lay still and concentrated now on listening to what the others were saying. They didn’t know he was awake yet. Grayson’s voice was coming from the driver’s seat: “All right, here we go! A great spot to make a U-turn!” A U-TURN!?!? What the hell were they thinking? They were going back to Manhattan! Further away from the power! “No!” hissed Nager under his breath. He began to rock his trussed body back and forth in a desperate attempt to get up. Finally, he was able to maneuver his feet down onto the floor. He jumped upright! Jonathan, Jeremy, Grayson and Karen all whirled around to face him, shock and dismay showing on their faces. “The Nag-man’s back up,” said Jeremy weakly. From the back of the bus, the new girl’s voice rang out: “Um, guys…?” Everyone turned to look where the new girl was pointing. Nager turned as well. It was a motorcycle, roaring at full speed as it passed the bus on the freeway. Jonathon’s voice, now: “No! Oh, God, not him!” All eyes were fixed on the man riding in the motorcycle sidecar. With a start, Nager recognized him. It was that man with the shotgun and the dynamite, the one Brockmeyer wouldn’t let onto the bus, way back at the start of the race. He was staring back at the bus, laughing maniacally. He raised his shotgun. “NO, PLEASE DON’T! PLEASE! I’M SORRY!” Jonathan was the one screaming. What a delightful sound! The man cocked his shotgun, continued to laugh. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!” Nager, ecstatic to see Jonathan so distraught, realized too late that he was on the bus too, and that it was still in motion— BOOM!!! The shotgun barked a cloud of fire, and the bus rocked wildly as one of its back tires was blown off. Everyone was knocked off their feet. The windows were all smashed as the bus rolled onto its side, and a rain of glass fell on everyone. Finally, the bus landed back on its feet, swayed, and was still. The man’s laughter faded into the distance as the motorcycle drove off. He had gotten his revenge, and then some. Quickly, Nager began to crawl along the ground towards the door of the bus, which had been knocked open. He turned back to look once. Nobody else was moving. They were all lying sprawled across the seats and on the floor, possibly unconscious, maybe even hurt badly. Who cared? With a final grunt, Nager swung himself, feet first, out of the doorway and onto the street. The wrecked bus was surrounded by beeping cars; a traffic jam was forming. None of this was his problem. He just had to get out of here. Unable to run with his legs bound, Nager hopped across the blacktop, over to the traffic island in the middle of the highway. He climbed up onto it, threw himself into the bushes, and knew that now he was safe. Safe from Brockmeyer and his punk gang, and free to continue on his quest for the power—ALONE, as it was meant to be. Hopping was unsteady, slow, and felt ridiculous, but Nager would not be deterred. He wanted that power, could taste it already, knew it was destined for him and him alone. So, safely hidden in the bushes that ran along the middle of the road, Nager began to hop westward, towards Monument Valley and Mount Rushmore. |
| Name: Silas Coleman II Age: 29 Which character you are: Lawyer #1 Group (if applicable): Lawyer Group Vehicle: Car Personality: Silas is on the fast track at his firm Morgan and Associates having just been told if he can bring in one more big client he’ll be made partner. He doesn’t believe in cut throat tactics to get the win in the court room. However, he isn’t afraid to lower himself down to the level of his opponent for the greater good, which is why he is currently 175-2. He hates for anyone to break the law for no good reason at all. Silas was raised in the courtroom and goes by a certain code passed on to him by his father who he often sees when he has a case in his courtroom. Silas’s father is a judge, and a hard ass, so naturally Silas wants to follow in his footsteps; because Judge Silas Coleman is his hero. His mother Madison Stone is the current District Attorney, and tends to school Silas whenever she gets the chance to show him just where he received his ferocity in the courtroom, and so far he has lost to her twice. Silas enjoys the occasional drink at the bar with friends, or after a hard day at work he will settle down for a brandy to calm his nerves. The courtroom is where he feels the most comfortable knowing if he does his job he can put the bad guys away. He has a deep hatred for the way his younger brother breaks the law on a regular basis. He wants his brother to take a cue from him and fly right, but he knows that will never happen. Appearance: Silas has deep set chestnut brown eyes, and a square even jaw. He is clean shaven with a military crew cut brown hair that plays well against his cream colored skin. He keeps himself in shape by practicing Tai Chi something he picked up when he was a child from his father. Sometimes when people don’t get the verdict that they want they tend to want to take their frustrations out on their lawyer, and in Silas’s case that would be a big mistake. Other: Silas’s brother is in the mob, and hasn’t been seen by his father for the past six years. He just fell off the face of the earth one day after a huge family fight between Silas and himself. ~ ~ ~ Name: Vincent (Benedict Coleman) Cardoni Age: 26 Which character you are: Knife Thrower Group (if applicable): Mafia Group Vehicle: Motorcycle Personality: Vincent was raised to believe that he shouldn’t break the law, and for a while he actually listened to that because he looked up to his father. However, when he went off to college he witnessed something that changed his life forever. Vincent found himself on the wrong side of the law on more than one occasion and eventually began to understand that for justice to be had there more often than not needed to be injustice to take place first. Vincent hates guns, and loathes those who need to use them to take care of what needs to be done. Though, that doesn’t mean he won’t use one should the job call for it. Vincent has a certain code that he goes by when it comes to taking care of business. If he is on the job it mustn’t involve kids for any reason. Vincent has mixed emotions when it comes to taking care of a job, and senseless killing isn’t something that he enjoys. Vincent is on a mission. At times he is cold and calculating, while others he puts the lives of his comrades before his own. Vincent likes to get in close and take his target down, and that is how the throwing knifes come into play. He will only use those in the first initial attack to throw his target off balance, but never for killing. He sees himself as a broke Bruce Wayne, but just as good as Batman. Appearance: Long shoulder length brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, with hard chestnut colored eyes, his cream colored skin accompanied with his constant 5'oclock shadow makes him look like the bad ass that he is portraying so well. He stands tall at 6'1 with a body that has been honed well as a result of his physical training regime. He has a scar just under his right eye that he received from his brother during one of their last Tai Chi training exercises. He can always be seen wearing a black leather trench coat that holds his knives, although he has compartments all over that hold his throwing knives. Other: Benedict took the name Vincent after the name of his maternal grandfather, and the last name of Cardoni from his paternal grandmother. He took up a life of crime after an incident with his girlfriend at the hands of someone in the mafia. He has yet to come face to face with who that person is, but he knows they like hand to hand combat like himself, and they go by the name Octavius. Benedict is on a mission of revenge, and will do what he must to achieve his goal. |
| Name: Damien "Spider" Wilkes Age: 18 Which character you are: Goth 1 Group (if applicable): Goth Vehicle: car Personality: Damien, or Spider, is generally a quiet person. He is known to stare at people, and he often makes people uncomfortable. As much negative attention as Spider gets, he is really just misunderstood. In high school, him setting the school on fire and placing a dead crow on the principal's doorstep were merely his way of expressing himself. Now that Spider is out of high school, he spends all of his time living in his parents basement following the biggest heavy metal bands. He has dreams of playing drummer with System of a Down, but has yet to find a band. Appearance: Spider has long black hair and pale skin. He had put red streaks in his hair, but they have begun to fade and are almost turning a pinkish color. He has light green eyes (which he hates) and no facial hair. He typically wears black leather outfits with heavy black boots, but for today he is wearing a t-shirt from his favorite band, System of a Down, with black jeans and his heavy boots. He also wears a necklace that has a big skull pendant, and has a new spider tattoo on the back of his neck. Other: Spider has mad drumming skills. *X* Name: Shane Quick Age: 18 Which character you are: Pizza Boy Group (if applicable): None Vehicle: Car Personality: Shane is generally known as a good guy. He has been working as a pizza delivery boy since he was 16 as a way to save up money for college. He currently goes to community college with the aspirations of becoming a doctor, but the money seems to be the issue. He goes to church every week as a way to get some extra help from the "Big Guy", and even volunteers for work around the church occasionally. Because he has struggled to make ends meet financially, he is considering turning to... "other sources of income." Appearance: Shane has short messy blonde hair and big blue eyes. He tries not to smile too much because he wants to hide crooked teeth. Unfortunately, he eats more than his share of pizza, so he is a chubby kid. He also wears thin framed glasses that look like they may be a little too small for his head. Other: Shane knew Spider from high school, but tries his best to avoid him. Also, Shane is willing to do anything for money... at least almost anything. |
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