Realistic or Modern Keep Out of Reach of Children

[Snek]

Welcome to the RP! I'll have a character sheet format up soon, and after everyone submits their character, then we can start. No point in going on a rant about introducing the plot because everyone knows what it is! Less typing for me! Yippee.

 

[Snek]

October 15, 2015


Legend, Nebraska


the Ready household


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"Bye Mom! I'm going out to the field!"


"Brogan Valor Ready, you aren't going anywhere until you finish the dishes!"


"Aw, Mom..."


"Come on, let's go! Those dishes aren't washing themselves!"


Once the dishes were adequately cleaned, the young Brogan hopped down the steps of his front porch and sprinted across the cul-de-sac, wearing his favorite red cape and his special Galaxy Hero shades. His house had a nice yard, true, but not nearly as large as the plot of undeveloped land that lay beyond the neighborhood's outer limits. It was vast and grassy, with small hills here and there, and a much steeper drop-off that kids used for sledding in the winter. Brogan and the other cul-de-sac kids usually met by a secret tree around this time of day to mess around and go on adventures, but today, he was late.


He cut through the neighbor's yard to save time, vaulting over random objects as he made his way toward the gap in the fence that everyone used to access the field. Heroic orchestral music flooded Brogan's mind as he imagined himself dodging incoming enemy fire. He ducked and weaved, firing back with a blaster of his own as he dove through the gap in the fence at the last second before the dastardly villain could close the door and trap him in the death chamber. But what was this? He found himself in a tight grove of trees, foliage choking out the sunlight from every direction. It's quiet..., Brogan thought, slowly creeping forward towards the welcoming light of the field. One had to be alert and on guard at all times in case of...


Ninja ambush! He whirled around just in time, arresting the invisible foe's palm-strike with his forearm, and then sending him flying with a powerful spin kick. No sooner had his enemy vanished back into the bushes had ten more ninjas leaped from the shadows. Brogan dodged, blocked, counter-attacked, punched, spun, kicked, whirled, grabbed one by the forearm and grappled him around, hurling him into another. His battle cries echoed around the otherwise empty wooded area, his furious fists and feet meeting nothing but air.


But in his mind, Brogan was the best. He was always the fastest, the best fighter, the greatest hero, and the coolest-looking. And once the formidable band of ninjas in his vast imagination were sufficiently battered and vanquished, he strode boldly into the clearing. A sudden gust whipped up the bright red cape, which flapped and waved in the breeze like a banner of war.


The tree stood alone, off near the edge of the field by another section of the neighborhood. It was old, but strong, and had just the right spacing of branches for climbing. Plus, the bark didn't have too much sap on it. Brogan hated sappy hands, almost as much as he hated bugs. Which, incidentally, were sometimes also present in the tree. He tilted his head back to take in the glory of the tree's bulk, its limbs spread wide like the wings of a hawk in flight, and then approached the trunk and looked up.


None of the other kids were up in the branches yet. It looked like he was the first one there today, despite his delays.


That meant only one thing.


Prank time.


It was customary that the first to reach the tree each day would play some sort of trick on the others. The caped youngster brushed a scarlet lock of hair out of his eyes as he thought, the sun glinting off the neon orange plastic of his toy shades. A simple ambush tactic was decided upon, and he dextrously scaled the tree's bark to one of the lower branches, jumping and hanging from the limb, and then pulling himself up. It was close enough to the ground to jump from, and was hidden from view unless one stodd directly underneath and looked up. At which point, of course, it would be too late.


Brogan chuckled to himself, sipping from a juice pouch he brought along and waiting for the unsuspecting victim. He crouched on the branch as he drank and peered out of the leaves at the neighborhood border.


Any minute now...

 

[Nostradomuas]

"SQUIRT! CLEAN YOUR ROOM!", Upon hearing this, Jaeger ducked under his bed with his clutter of toy monsters and picture books. He could hear his mother coming to his room! "Oh no will she find me here?!" he thought staying perfectly still. His mother arrived at his room and opened the door and peered in. Even though Jaeger thought himself clever, his mom easily noticed him under the bed and decided to pull a prank on him. "Well if he's not here I don't know what to do with this glass of chocolate milk, it could spoil!" she said as she was strolling around in the room, until she came to that fateful word.... "CHOCOLATE-MILK". Jaeger couldn't hold it, he burst from beneath the bed with a little roar and ran at his mother and "attacked" her for the glass of liquid divinity. "GIMME GIMME!" Jaeger demanded. "Hey be nice and polite mister or no girl is going to give you anything," she said with a smile. "Girls are growdy," Jaeger said, sticking out his tongue. "Alright here you go sweetie, now after you finish drinking it please clean your room before I go and get Mr. Thorndike to come here and give you a whoopin," She said with a sly grin. "NEVER," exclaimed Jaeger and he bolted from the room and down the stairs. "Then clean your room when you get home dear," his mother replied before he ran out of ear shot. He shot out through the door and staggered because he couldn't see. The sun was too bright today. he stood for a moment so his eyes could adjust. "Finally, I can go play. Maybe my friends are at our secret hangout," he said with excitement, and ran toward his destination. Today was nice and clear, it had rained for a week and it was the first sunny day. "YAAAAY," he yelled as he ran through the field and fell over after tripping on a rock. "Ouch you dumb rock," he said imagining the rock having a sad face as if it had been punished. There it is, the tree of awesomeness. he ran further forward until he reached it. upon arriving he heard a sucking noise. "Who's there? Show yourself," said Jaeger, trying to sound tough and menacing.

 

[Player666]

The Law household:


TRAFALGER get outside and mow the lawn now!


Hold on mum just need to finish this game.


Trafalgar Law always loved video games, but not games like Sonic or Mario. He played games like COD, Gears of war, God of war and just about every good violent game out there. Currently he is playing Halo, showing everyone what a real demon is like. As he is sitting there thinking what the other team could do to stop him in the next game. He came up with nothing because anyone in front of him will be cut down. Trafalgar always like halo the most because it has some very interesting weapons. Which is the only thing he likes more then the games it self is the weapons used in them. He can name just about every single weapon he's ever used in any game and all the details about them like what ammo it uses, size, clip,ect. Even for the ones that don't exist like the fuel rod cannon from Halo. One day he wishes he could use all of theses cool weapons to protect everyone he cares for. That way he will never lose anyone agine.


Radio: next up is danger zone by Kenny Loggins, injoy.


Trafalgar ears shoot up, this is his favorite song when ever he hears it he gets a rush of adrenaline.


The match is just starting but it won't last long he thought. The people in this lobby are not much of a challenge because there about to enter the danger zone.


10 Minutes later





Trafalgar simles as he looks at the score board, 30 and 0 he thought to himself. That's better than his last match, they should have got out of the danger zone. He decided to check the time and to his suprise it was a couple minutes past the time we all meet at the tree. He leaps up from his chair and grabed his nurf gun. After that he ran to the door stoping only to look at a old photo of his father in uniform framed in his room. As he got to the door he could hear his mother yell.


YOU HAVENT MOWED THE LAWN!


I will do it when I get back, laters!


He could here his mom say something else but he was out side and running to the tree. One of his favorite thing to do while running is to pretend to shot people. Everyone around the cul de sac knew his shanigans and just smiled and waved as he pointed his gun around and saying bang.


On the way there he passed Borgan's house. He saw mrs. Ready outside on their porch. She waved saying" hi Tralfalgar, if you looking for Borgan's he already left a couple minutes ago. He thanked her for the info and continued to run. After hearing this info he decided to take a short cut, hoping to get to the tree before Borgan. He as he reached the tree he stoped and ducked into a bush. He looked by the tree agine to see Borgan climbing up the tree, probably to ambush the next one to get here. So he decided to wait in the bush until the right time. Tral Chuckled to himself


When the hunter becomes the hunted....


 
While in the bushes Trafalgar sees Jaeger going near the tree. Chuckles lightly, this is gonna turn bad real soon. Checks to see if his gun is ready to fire.


It is, lock and load...

 

[Tictacguy123]

The Tauron Household


Past meeting time


"I'm going to hang out with my friends Dad. Okay?"


"I keep telling you Quincy. Imaginary friends aren't real. They're fake. Imaginary."


"No, Dad, my real friends. Brogan, Sir Jaeger "Squirt" Benedict Thorndike III Esquire, Law..."


"Oh, so Q.T finally got some friends eh? Don't blow it, ya loner...."


Quincy Jaspor Tauron, Q. for short, sighed as his father insulted him yet again and simply left the house, closing the door on the man who claimed to be a "father" of a boy who was socially incapable of friendship. It didn't matter that Q. DID, in fact, have friends in the neighborhood boys. Before them, Q. would sit in his room and talk to one of his imaginary friends, and his father would always see him as that boy; the boy who had no one.


Q. began to slowly jog his way over to the tree, his posture hunched slightly as he walked forward, looking at the ground. Depressed wasn't exactly the word to describe Q. He was happy enough, he didn't hate his father for belittling him, just as he didn't hate his mother for never being around. He was used to it. No, he was perfectly happy, and if anybody were to ask how he was doing, he would be able to truthfully say, "Amazing!" Q. was just a bit stand-offish.


For example, if someone WERE to ask him such a question, he would cower for a time before he actually answered. He just wasn't too comfortable around other people. He felt shy, timid, weak, incapable of providing an adequate response. Was it true? Maybe. Did he think it was true? Well, obviously, that was just explained.


He began to near the tree, looking up and seeing Squirt standing under the foliage and looking up, attempting to look scary. Q. glanced up and noticed Brogan, his cape making it clear he was "hiding" unsuccessfully. As far as he could tell, Law wasn't around. He jogged up to Squirt and tapped his shoulder. "You're so busy looking up...you never even noticed Brogan behind the tree" he said, knowing that Jaeger was a guillible child. He was the only one that could be fooled by Brogan's little ambush, considering he wore a color that said "Look at me! I'm right here!"

 

[Snek]

Brogan silently cursed Quincy's meddling. He was gonna ruin the prank! It would have to be now or never.


"YAAAAAHHHHH!"


He leapt from the branches, tackling the unsuspecting Squirt from his hiding place and taking them both to the ground. It wasn't particularly painful, mostly just slight scrapes on his hands and knees, but Jeager probably got the wind knocked out of him.


"Haha, gotcha!" Brogan cheered, getting up and "whooshing" away, holding his cape out behind him like wings. It wasn't the greatest trick ever, but it would suffice for today.

 

[Player666]

"Well its now or never" law thought to himself. Law sprang out of the bush as Borgan turned his back making a swooshing sound and holding out his cape. This is just to perfect, not only is Borgan's back turned but Squirt and Q are also on the ground from being tackled. There just all easy targets. He aim at Borgan first because he will react the fastest out of the 3. He shoots 5 shots at Borgan then take aim at Squirt and Q. He takes 2 shots at both of them. From what he can tell most of the shots were on target. He counted the darts left in his clip, he had 11 left in case anyone tried to get back at him. "HOOOWEE! 3 for 1 special. You guys just make it too easy sometimes!"

 

[Nostradomuas]

"HEY LAW, HI, I SEE YOU, HIII! come over and stop talking to yourself," said Jaeger sitting up after the attack and pulling a Nerf sucker dart off of his face. He gave Brogan a glare and an evil smirk grin...thing, "I'll get you for this!"


"Maybe I should put a jar of spiders in his room" "Hehehehehe," he laughed maniacally to himself; rubbing his hands together, like he had conducted a dark deal.


He pulled himself up off the ground and walked over to Quincy and said, "Why was Brogan in the branches and not behind the tree"?