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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:21:26 GMT -5
John Gable: I just hope we don't walk into an Army of skeletons. Because I can only remember the first two words to that incantation.
John Gable scratched the back of his head.
John Gable: How does it feel to be in a time that it's technically legal, you practically live in Colorado now.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:23:04 GMT -5
Waylon chuckles, as he begins loading the pipe. He does it while he is walking, with skillful fingers. ONce he is done, he slides the bag back into his pocket, and pulls out a lighter.
Waylon:Gable... you like Shakespeare so much... would a bud, by any other legal status, taste as sweet?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:25:25 GMT -5
John Gable: Aaaaahhhhh, I see what you did there...
John Gable nudges Waylon in the ribs.
John Gable: But I hate that play...I thought you watched my promo...
He squints his eyes.
John Gable: didn't you?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:27:36 GMT -5
Waylon: I was a little busy watchin' my own ass. I ain't in the curtain jerker stage, where everyone's a push over anymore. I'm sure it got a lotta hits on Youtube though.
Waylon raises the pipe to his lips, and takes a drag off of it, before expelling a plume of smoke into the air.
Waylon: That's what I'm talkin' about.
With a wicked grin, Waylon offers the pipe to Gable.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:27:55 GMT -5
As the men lead Sarah into the grounds of the castle, appearing to be a prisoner, sure enough there was a bustling village inside, complete with market. The villagers all stop and stare at the redhead as the two 'knights' escort her inside. John Gable walks at their side, looking proud, giving off the hint that he had led the knights to her capture.
One of the villagers notices the silver pentacle charm dangling from Sarah's neck. She yells out with the loudest alarming scream you've ever heard.
"WITCH! SHE'S A WIIIIIITCH!"
Sarah holds back a smile. Waylon and the others might not have realized it...but she was actually hoping this would happen. It doesn't take long before dozens of guards surround Sarah and the two 'knights'.
"Excellent work, men." [/i]
The guards retrieve Sarah from Waylon and John Thomas, leading her to the center of the town square. It would seem they have a lot of 'witches' around here because they already had a wooden stake with various hay bails stacked around it. Conveniently ready for disposing of a witch. They lead Sarah toward the stake. The others watch on as the villagers get crazed with euphoria and begin to all yell and chant.
"Burn the witch! Burn the witch! Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"
Sarah remains calm, looking toward her friends, trying to give them some sense that she has this under control, despite the entire scene looking to the contrary.
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Post by "Hardcore Redneck" John Thomas on Nov 28, 2012 21:28:29 GMT -5
John motions towards Waylon
John: Yo man, willing to share.. If we ever make it back to our time I'll hook you up.
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John looks to where the guards led Sarah, and notices Vanessa there as well..
John { trying his best to hide his accent} what's the crime for the blonde over there?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:30:39 GMT -5
John Gable: Nah. An actor's mind must be cleared, focused and always thinking. To endanger any of those would be the beginning of the end.
John Gable lit another cigarette.
John Gable: Thank God I'm not a singer...anymore...once.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:32:15 GMT -5
Waylon hands the pipe over to John, as he watches the whole thing unfold. Sarah is dragged through tow, and Waylon runs after her, paying no attention to the other men, as they tie her up, the look in her eyes doesn't do a lot to soothe Waylon.
Waylon: Ah fuck.
the hellbilly positions himself, so that he has a clear shot through if things get out of hand. He holds his sword in front of him, waiting for any sign of danger.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:35:26 GMT -5
John Gable prepares his smoke bombs. He has been itching to use them since he grabbed them. Who'd imagine it could come in handy.
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Post by "Hardcore Redneck" John Thomas on Nov 28, 2012 21:36:50 GMT -5
John takes a hit from the pipe.
John damn Waylon this is some good shit.
He draws his own sword and joins Waylon.
"You got a plan?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:37:03 GMT -5
(John Thomas has told me to use him from time to time. Hes going offline.)
Thomas follows closely behind Waylon, htiting the pipe as he jogs. He stands next to Cash, hsi sword also at the ready.
Thomas: Aight Waylon, you see shit go wrong, you give me the word. You know Sarah better than I do.
Waylon: She's ok... for now.
Waylon hoped to god they wouldn't have to act.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:43:14 GMT -5
The crowd continues to chant and hoot and holler. It was the crazed mob mentality at it's finest. The guards luckily enough leave her in the manacles that she was already 'bound' with. They lead her to the stake, only looping on string of rope around her to keep her near the pole. One of the guards look at her.
Guard: You are hereby accused in the kingdom of Essex as having consorting with Satan whilst using the practices of Witchcraft with the Dark Lord himself. I ask once of thee, how shall you pleadeth?
Sarah rolls her eyes. Satan? Really? These medeival idiots really had no idea. Oh well, whatever. She smirks at him.
Sarah: I wish to speak to your King. [/i]
The guard shakes his head in denial.
Guard: The King hath no time for your sorcery, witch. I ask of thee once more....how shall you pleadeth?
Sarah looks directly at the guard and grins.
Sarah: Guilty! [/i]
The crowd gasps as they bustle about with gossip and inner talkings. The guard is shocked as well that she so easily confessed to the crimes. He is about to read her death sentence when Sarah surprises them all once again.
Sarah: Foolish sheep! Your bindings cannot hold me! [/i]
She slips the loosens manacles off and they drop to the ground behind her, leaving her hands free in which she uses to remove the rope from herself. The crowd again gasps, this time in fear. The guards draw their weapons and approach her.
Sarah: Come any closer and I shall end your lives! [/i]
She looks at Waylon, John Thomas and John Gable.
Sarah: Let them be an example for all of you![/i]
She stares at Waylon first, raising her hands while reciting a bunch of mumbo jumbo that sounded evil and wicked and whatever and she clenches her hand tight as if somehow clenching Waylon's heart from afar. She follows by doing the same with both Johns. She looks at them with angst as she hopes they realize what to do...else this gig is up.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:45:01 GMT -5
Waylon looks over at John, and nods, before biting down on the blood capsule, and beginning to convulse on the ground. It look as if he is spiitting up blood, all of the guards, and msot of the crowd turn to look, as John Thomas begins to do the same.
Crowd member: They got the plague!!!
Suddenly, there is a stampede, and the crowd disappears, as well as a lot of the guards.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:47:39 GMT -5
John Gable stumbles around.
John Gable: To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow
John Gable falls to the ground. Then bites down the capsule.
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Post by Benjamin Atreyu on Nov 28, 2012 21:48:13 GMT -5
In a not to far off haystack...
Benjamin bursts from a hay stack, gasping for air.
Benjamin Atreyu: HOLY FUCK! I WAS STUCK IN THAT TEMPORAL RIFT FOR HOURS!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:52:59 GMT -5
Guard: The sorcery! You vile and evil wench!
He screams out as most of the crowd disperses. Everyone is in complete fear of the redhead, just as she had hoped would happen. She steps down from the stake and the remaining guards tremble before her.
Sarah: Show me to the castle...or suffer a far worse fate than they have. [/i]
The guards nod and agree to show Sarah into the castle.
Sarah: Load their bodies onto that cart as well as all the supplies it can carry. I mean everything! Two horses and you WILL provide me with a driver. [/i]
The guard nods, but frightened, he asks.
Guard: What shall become of their bodies?
Sarah grins as she scares him once again.
Sarah: Perhaps I shall use them as a sacrifice to the 'Dark Lord.' Do not worry yourself with such things else you join them.[/i]
He nods and has some of the other guards collect Waylon, and the two Johns as well as all the supplies she's demanded. The head guard leads Sarah toward the main castle. She notices Benjamin Atreyu emerge and slyly, she winks at him.
Sarah: There, him! He shall be my driver! [/i]
That's one way to get the whole group outta here.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:55:22 GMT -5
Waylon stays limp, allowing the fake blood to drip from his mouth. They throw him into the cart, along with the John's. This plan was insane, but somehow it worked, and now they were on their way to the castle... which is something Waylon still isn't sure he wants. He almost gives himself away by laughing, as the line "Bring out your dead!" goes through his mind.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 21:57:47 GMT -5
John Gable coughed up blood as they picked him up.
John Gable: To my son, tell him to pack up and move into the city...there's no room for a boy like him in the...fields.
He went limp as they tossed him in.
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Post by Benjamin Atreyu on Nov 28, 2012 21:58:52 GMT -5
Benjamin finds himself seized and forced to drive a cart of "dead bodies"
Benjamin Atreyu: Well, this wasn't where I suspected to find myself today, but hell, lets see how it plays out.
Benjamin drives the cart as he looked around.
Benjamin Atreyu: Hmm...looks to be medieval times...how quaint.
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Post by "Hardcore Redneck" John Thomas on Nov 28, 2012 22:29:09 GMT -5
John is trying his best not to laugh while laying on the cart.. He thinks to himself, I can't believe this is working
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