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Post by Ari on Sept 18, 2006 22:35:55 GMT -5
After mysteriously winding up at the gates, Moses blinked, gathering himself off the ground. The night was chilly and he shivered since his t-shirt was barely enough to keep him warm. A mansion? he thought. As forbiding as the place looked, it certainly looked more welcoming than staying out in the cold all night. Besides, Mo didn't know where he was and couldn't risk getting lost out in the middle of nowhere. Maybe the people inside would be kind enough to let him use a phone? He decided to take the chance.
He trudged up to the frontdoor, only to discover that it was locked up tightly for the night. Even though he knocked several times, the door refused to open. Why does this kind of stuff always happen to me? he seethed, hugging himself for warmth.
"Meow..."
"What the..?" Moses turned around to see a black cat. Its yellow eyes glowed brightly in the darkness, almost seducing the boy to follow it. The feline took a few steps away from him, meowing again. Mo followed it, hoping that maybe it would lead him inside.
Well, he was right. Around the house, a open window was revealed. The cat hopped in as Moses stood outside. What the heck? He climbed in after it.
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Post by Moses Sandor (varas) on Oct 23, 2006 22:11:36 GMT -5
Crash! Moses landed on his back inside the house after climbing through the window. He sat up, rubbing his head. /me Ouch. He thought to himself. /me I need more experiance climbing in through windows. He stood up slowly, streaching himself, when he heard a soft "Meow...". Quickly Mo turned and saw the odd black cat standing on some tile floor. "Hey there little thing, what's your name?" He asked reaching down to pet it. Looking around, while doing so, he muttered to himself, "What is this? A kitchen? Well I am hungry after passing out like that. I hope i can find the residents soon, maybe they'll let me eat."
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 24, 2006 0:13:27 GMT -5
The cat's eyes gleamed in the moonlight that streaked through the windows. "Meow..." It raced over to the refrigerator and began to rub its body against the cold material, as if coaxing Moses to come towards it. After it was sure that it caught his eye, the feline gracefully raced to the other side of the kitchen and returned with a bowl in its mouth. It set it down, gently nosing the food container at Mo's feet.
He noticed it was a small, green bowl with a somewhat rubbed off "Whiskers," sketched at its rim. Obviously, this thing had been used pretty often.
The cat scampered over to the fridge again, purring against it. There was one thing Whiskers wanted-- milk.
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Post by Moses Sandor (varas) on Oct 24, 2006 17:54:16 GMT -5
" You hungry, huh? i hope the people don't mind if i feed you...... they don't seem to be home. Or at least sleeping pretty soundly, as to have not heard me yet." Moses said to himself, walking to the fridge. Opening it, he peered inside. "Well, the only thing i see sutable for cats is milk, i hope thats ok...... Whiskers." He said, reading the bowl as he leaned out to talk to the cat. "I'll give you some." And he did. He grabbed the milk and poured some into the bowl, making sure to stop about halfway, so it didn't spill when the cat drank it, like what happens at home. He was about to take a drink, but decided that wouldn't be good. /me Too much like stealing. Shruging it off, he turned to put the milk back in the fridge.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 24, 2006 18:59:24 GMT -5
The cat meowed again in gratitude as she dipped her muzzle in, greedily lapping up the milk. Apparently, it had been a while since she had last eaten. After a few minutes, Whiskers picked her head up and meowed again, walking up to Moses and purring against his leg. Aww... <3
*crash!* Whiskers jumped, hiding behind his newfound companion. The loud noise had resulted from a jar of cookies on the counter... well, it was on the counter. The glass jar had somehow fell to the hard, tile floor and shattered into quite a few pieces.
A shadow could be seen on the wall behind the counter.
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Post by Moses Sandor (varas) on Oct 24, 2006 20:43:55 GMT -5
"Phew..." Moses said to himself. Startled easily, as soon as he heard a crash he whipped around imediatly and pressed against the fridge. /me Thought someone was there... He thought, his heart rate slowly returning to normal. "It's just a cookie jar, whiskers." He said, stooping down to pick her up, and comfort her. "But.... how did it fall?" Moses walked over, cat in arms, to look around near the crash. When he saw the odd shadow on the wall, he suggenly began to worry. /me I don't like this place. /me First i get all scared, then pass out and wind up here, then this jar falls? Moses thought a bit, stroking the kitty. /me But, i can't just leave. /me Its the middle of October, the middle of the night, and i have no clue where i am. "I'll never get home by myself." He said out loud. Quickly he set the cat on the counter, and looked behind him for a cause of the shadow, and the crash.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 25, 2006 19:30:57 GMT -5
Whiskers meowed softly, her golden eyes scanning the scene, as if helping Moses with the searching. Dainty paws led her petite body up to an assortment of jars; some kept gingersnaps, others candy. Either way, her pink nose sniffed cautiously at each and every one of the jars.
"REOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!"
The cat's fur rose on her back as she leapt off of the kitchen counter and ran towards Moses. A small buzzing sound could be heard from the corner, where the jars were kept. What was it? It was medium sized, about a foot tall. A glass pitcher sat at the top, while a heavier base with numerous buttons hopped the glass around. It was a killer-blender!!!
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Post by Moses Sandor (varas) on Oct 25, 2006 20:56:39 GMT -5
Moses blinked, and backed away along the counter. /me Did that thing move? To answer his thoughts, it jumped towards him. Skidding back a few steps, he thought /me Thats impossible. /me Nothing, i know, points to there being a possiblity of this. "What's wrong with this house?" He said to himself, walking around the table, away from the blender. Quickly, he came to realize he needed to stop it. "I don't know what harm it could do, but still, i don't like this." He looked around the blender, looking for something. /me Why does it have to be cordless? He moaned, thinking of another solution. /me I could just hit it with something, shatter the glass, but that be more dangerous than with it. /me I need to find a, uh, a a a a a, a knife or something and jam the blades....
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 26, 2006 19:19:03 GMT -5
The blender "looked" around, even though it didn't have any eyes. By some weird, mystical force, it could actually see where Moses and Whiskers were. It turned towards them, its blades spinning rapidly within the glass. Realizing that it couldn't do any damage against the newcomers with a cup in front of the razors, it "spat" the container away and turned back to glare at Moses and the cat.
((The kitchen remains as your everyday kitchen. ...minus the evil blender. Make use of it!))
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Post by Moses Sandor (varas) on Oct 26, 2006 21:08:03 GMT -5
"Ok...." Moses said, getting nervous. /me I think this thing isn't friendly. Without taking his eyes off the blender, he silently lifted the cat up on top of the fridge. "Stay there." He stated.
Quickly he started to eye the blender on the counter down. There was a table between them, and Moses knew the blender couldn't leap that far that fast, so he was momentarily safe. Quickly he thought back to the days in his friends basement, dualing. /me it definatly won't be bludgeoned to death. he thought to himself, replaying the times he lifted his weapon to strike, and leaving himself open for a hit. He looked around and saw something that might work. /me a broom. /me i'll jam the... /me nah, it'll shred this wood to pieces. Then he saw something gleaming behind the blender that might work. Knives. More importantly, metal things. "Perfect."
"Well mister blender, i got my ideas, you got yours. Lets just see how this plays out, m'kay?" He slowly nudged around the table, holding the broom at ready to fend it off in case an attack.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 27, 2006 0:10:45 GMT -5
Whiskers meowed obediently as Moses set her nicely on the fridge. Her ears twitched as the blender must've kicked up a gear, the whirling of the razors becoming louder by the second. It was really frightening for the feline.
The evil killer-blender hopped onto the wooden table, its "eyes" narrowing threateningly on Mo. Its engine started again, one, two, three times, almost like a bull ready to charge a red-cape-wearing fighter in Spain. After pausing for a moment, the stare down resulted in the blender starting up the blades, hopping bulkily, though rather quickly at Moses.
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Post by Moses Sandor (varas) on Oct 27, 2006 17:33:19 GMT -5
Moses fell backward sort-of, lifting the broom. Not expecting such a quick move, he was suprized when he saw he knocked the blender up in doing so. Reacting fast, he swung the broom like a bat and *crack!* knocked the blender to the other side of the room. Taking adventage of it being stunned, he grabed the knife holder in his left hand, and pulled out a small knife with his right. Quickly he threw it and grabbed another. Miss. without waiting, he threw the other one. It knicked the blender in the side as it started up again. Moses threw a third knife. It was right on the money! But the blender dodged it. "Thats it. i'm done playing your little game." Moses moaned, setting the knife holder of the counter. Quickly he grabbed the longest knife - about 4 inches - and the heaviest knife. "Try me now. I dare you." /me I will not be killed today, least not by a blender. He laughed in his head.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 27, 2006 18:33:13 GMT -5
The evil blender hissed at its oppoent by kicking its power up a notch. The blades whirled around faster than ever, furiously aimed at Moses. It was quite irritated, mostly by the knives he had thrown in an effort to thwart its powerful razors. It dodged the second attempt easily, hopping to the side on the small, rubber knobs beneath its body. With a sweep of fury, it charged at Moses.
Whiskers meowed loudly in warning, hoping that her newfound companion wouldn't be torn to bits by a blender. Luckily, the kitchen utensil had horrible aim and didn't quite get to Mo in time, before gravity pulled it back down. Being a clever feline, Whiskers gracefully bounded down onto the counter from the fridge. She trotted toward the sink, where a rather large bowl sat-- it was one of those bowls someone would use to wash his vegatables and fruits. With a nudge with a pink nose, Whiskers turned the water on, filling up the bowl with cool water. She meowed again, trying to get Mo's attention. What's she trying to tell you?
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Post by Moses Sandor (varas) on Oct 27, 2006 21:10:35 GMT -5
"Hehe. your the smartest cat ever." Moses said to himself. /me Shortcircuiting would definatly work, or at least it better. Quickly Moses shoved the knives over the edge of the counter toward the blender, hoping to stall it, as he ran over to the sink. As he picked up the container of water, he petted the cat. "I don't know what you were thinkin', but it certainly helped!" he laughed, turning back to the dazed blender. "You are the weakest link. goodbye." He said, as he dumped the water on the killer appliance. He set the bowl back under the sink, in the event it didn't quite work. "I love you allready." He said, playing with the kitty.
((ya, i love cats.))
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 28, 2006 13:30:54 GMT -5
The blender stopped in its tracks as the splashes of water rained down from above. It twitched uncontrolably, black smoke beginning to leak from the buttons. With quick spasms, its movements began to slow down. It sputtered, as if coughing from the smoke. In a few more seconds, the evil blender had died, the chunk of plastic and metal crumpled up on the floor. The kitchen door clicked, the lock coming undone. Will you go through the door? If so, you have been redirected to The Dining Room. |
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Post by Moses Sandor (varas) on Oct 28, 2006 16:03:48 GMT -5
"Thats a lesson to the rest of you, appliances." Moses laughed to himself. "Come on, Whiskers, lets get out of this room." Whiskers happily jumped into his arms. He pet her, walking through the door to the dining room.
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