RP Example - Death and Destruction in Sunnydale
Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Wesley and Open (Mostly for torment by Aus's plot, but whomever wants to join can)
When: Wednesday Night
Where: Streets of Sunnydale
Wesley was out walking the streets of Sunnydale. It wasn't the brightest thing to do if one preferred their health, but he figured that if he stayed in well populated areas, he'd be ok. His life was actually going fairly decently in Sunnydale so far. He was enjoying his job (the teaching and the servator-ing), he had managed to make a couple of friends, and he actually had a girlfriend. He was very happy about that. Tonight, though, he just wanted to take a walk out and about. He was still trying to get out more often. Most things were so close to one another in Sunnydale that it wasn't worth driving to everything anyway.
"Hey, man... hey! Man!" A goth-looking kid called to Wes as he approached. He was lurking near the liquor store, looking somewhat pensive.
Wesley turned to the kid calling out to him, but he stayed where he was instead of approaching him. "Yes?" he asked.
"Can you do me a favor? I lost my I.D.," the kid said, somewhat plaintively, "and they won't let me buy anything - and I gotta bring some vodka back to my house or they're gonna beat the crap outta me."
He didn't want the kid to get beat up, but at the same time he thought that it might just be a story.
"I can't buy you alcohol. For all I know, you're working for a cop who's looking to hand out fines," Wesley said. He could probably get rid of the fine, but it was a lot of effort and he didn't want to bother with it. "I'm sorry, but I can't help you."
"Aw, come on, man... you gotta give me a break. I'll give you an extra ten..." the kid started to complain. He abruptly cut off, staring directly behind Wesley. "What the shit?"
Wesley was about to tell the kid again that he couldn't help him, but turned when the kid looked behind him and cursed.
Behind him, a pair of gentlemen (wearing breastplates, of all the peculiar things) had been closing in with metal bats. The one closest to Wesley grinned as he noted he now had Wes's full attention, and swung the bat directly at his head.
The other, somewhat annoyed at the goth kid for tipping Wes off, decided to move in to teach the boy a lesson.
Wesley managed to duck under the bat, but it missed his head by inches. He felt it woosh over his head. He had nothing on him but a stake, so it would do any good against the breastplate. The only option he had was to run, and fast.
He started to bolt into the nearest and busiest looking business, but as he did that, he turned to the goth kid and screamed, "RUN!!!"
All he could do now was try to get to a phone and pray.
The goth kid obliged, sprinting off in the opposite direction with the annoyed and armored fangster in pursuit.
Meanwhile -- the liquor store seemed pretty quiet, aside from Wesley's hasty entry. The clerk at the counter looked up at him as he entered. "... wine coolers?"
At any other time, he would have laughed at someone asking him about wine coolers. Apparantly wearing tweed made people think that you were a pansy or something. It they only knew.
"There are two gang members outside, and they tried to attack me," He said quickly. "Go push something heavy against the door and let me use the phone."
He hated using the "gang member" excuse, but he was required to by his job.
The clerk grabbed a bat from behind the bar, and headed over to bar the door. "There's a pay phone by the bathroom," he suggested, locking the door and peering out at the street.
Wesley was glad that the clerk didn't argue. He just hoped that the bat would be enough to bar the door with. "If you have a crow bar that would be better," he said as he ran to the pay phone.
Wesley filled the pay phone with quarters and started dialing the numbers of all the people at OSI that he knew. As long as he could get an answer from a few of them, he felt that they might be alright. As a last resort, he might even call the police, but he figured that he'd get a hold of someone.
Hopefully.
You lucky son-of-a-bitch, you've reached the Bothwell residence, the answering machine said when he got to Kit's number. Daniel and I are probably in and ignoring you - so leave a message after the beep and if it's important enough to make us care, we'll pick up!
BEEEEP!
Wesley barely sounded like himself when he left the message. "It's Wesley. Vampires in breastplates are attacking me at a liquor store in town. If you are there, pick up now." Honestly, he sounded mad. Not at Kit, but at himself for not thinking to pack another weapon, but he had honestly never seen a vampire smart enough to wear a breastplate before.
Before Wesley could either hang-up or continue, Daniel leapt for the phone and picked it up. "Wesley? It's Daniel. Which liquor store?" He gestured to Kit to "suit up" as it were.
"Damn English Muffin making us work," he grumbled - but did get up and get his shoes, coat and go bag.
"We need any special equipment? What's the sitch?"
Wesley told him the name of the liquor store. "Bring swords or axes or something sharp that can be used for beheading. They can't be staked the way they are," he said after hearing Kit's comments over the phone.
The clerk could be heard out front, commenting, "What the hell are they doing?" What the hell they were doing quickly became evident with the sound of breaking glass.
"Goddamnit!" Wesley screamed when he heard the breaking glass. They had either broken in or they had thrown something in. He turned to look and see what it was.
From the look of things, one of the vampires had smashed in the glass door.
"Get out of here!" the clerk yelled, and smacked him in the head with his bat. The vampire's head twisted a bit with the blow... then he snarled, grabbed the clerk, and pulled the clerk out through the broken door. Outside, the clerk began to scream.
Wesley's first instinct was to rush out and try to save the clerk, but that would only lead to his own death, which wouldn't do anyone any good. He started to quickly scan the room, trying to look for a weapon. Anything that would work for a weapon.
Personally, he was hoping for a crow bar.
The place was loaded with liquor bottles; there were also a few mops, brooms, and other devices, and pieces of shelving that could be used as improvised clubs. Unfortunately, the clerk's bat had been the only form of defense the place had.
Incidentally, behind the clerk's counter, there was also a normal phone, next to the duct tape. (Apparently the clerk hadn't been keen on letting people behind the counter just because they say a crisis is at hand.)
Wesley did the first thing that popped into his head. First, he took a bottle of liquor, used a bit of it to soak a rag that he found, and made an improvised molotov cocktail. He tried to aim for the vampire out the window, hoping that it would hit it.
After he did that, he called 911 to report gang activity and a fire. He mostly hoped that the sirens would scare the bloody vampire off.
Danny's reply to Kit's was simply, "Anything that can pierce armor." He jotted down the name of the liquor store and slammed the phone down as he quickly gathered his own arsenal. A quiver of arrows was strapped to his back and his compound bow could be put together in the car. For extra measure, Daniel grabbed a few small axes that could be thrown and hooked them to his belt. "We better hurry, Kit." He rushed out of the house.
Kit on the other hand, being Kit, grabbed a large two-handed double bladed axe from the weapons room.
He threw it over his shoulder with a wicked grin, then nudged the dog out of the way of the door. "Not now, Mariposa - daddy's gotta go behead somethings."
He hurried out after Daniel, though taking the time to lock their door.
Wesley only hoped that Kit and Daniel got here quickly, before he was dead as well.
As Kit and Daniel drove up to the liquor store, they could clearly see that the area outside of the store and directly in front of the door was on fire, and an irate-looking fellow - wearing a breastplate, of all things - was busy attempting to smash his way in through a window instead, using a baseball bat. The armored gentleman seemed to be alone, and not a little bit charred.
The sound of sirens could be heard faintly in the distance.
"Vamp in a can, straight ahead," Kit said , pointing him out to Daniel as if his friend hadn't already seen it.
Kit Bothwell raised the large axe in both hands and charged forward towards the guy's back, hoping for the element of surprise to be on his side. Even with the breastplate, he figured that the head and neck were still vulnerable enough to make the acquaintance of Mr. Choppy. (Yes, he named his favorite axe. Doesn't everyone?)
The vampire whirled - apparently, he was no slouch in the sensory department - and noted incoming angry man with an axe, bringing the bat up to parry. "Oh, good. More white hats." The bat, being an aluminum model more suited to smacking baseballs than bladed weapons, dented on impact.
Wesley was relieved to see that Daniel and Kit had gotten here. He found a fire extinguisher to try and put out some of the flames so that he could go out and help as much as he could. He did stay a safe distance away in case the vampire decided to try and come for him again.
Who: Wesley and Open (Mostly for torment by Aus's plot, but whomever wants to join can)
When: Wednesday Night
Where: Streets of Sunnydale
Wesley was out walking the streets of Sunnydale. It wasn't the brightest thing to do if one preferred their health, but he figured that if he stayed in well populated areas, he'd be ok. His life was actually going fairly decently in Sunnydale so far. He was enjoying his job (the teaching and the servator-ing), he had managed to make a couple of friends, and he actually had a girlfriend. He was very happy about that. Tonight, though, he just wanted to take a walk out and about. He was still trying to get out more often. Most things were so close to one another in Sunnydale that it wasn't worth driving to everything anyway.
"Hey, man... hey! Man!" A goth-looking kid called to Wes as he approached. He was lurking near the liquor store, looking somewhat pensive.
Wesley turned to the kid calling out to him, but he stayed where he was instead of approaching him. "Yes?" he asked.
"Can you do me a favor? I lost my I.D.," the kid said, somewhat plaintively, "and they won't let me buy anything - and I gotta bring some vodka back to my house or they're gonna beat the crap outta me."
He didn't want the kid to get beat up, but at the same time he thought that it might just be a story.
"I can't buy you alcohol. For all I know, you're working for a cop who's looking to hand out fines," Wesley said. He could probably get rid of the fine, but it was a lot of effort and he didn't want to bother with it. "I'm sorry, but I can't help you."
"Aw, come on, man... you gotta give me a break. I'll give you an extra ten..." the kid started to complain. He abruptly cut off, staring directly behind Wesley. "What the shit?"
Wesley was about to tell the kid again that he couldn't help him, but turned when the kid looked behind him and cursed.
Behind him, a pair of gentlemen (wearing breastplates, of all the peculiar things) had been closing in with metal bats. The one closest to Wesley grinned as he noted he now had Wes's full attention, and swung the bat directly at his head.
The other, somewhat annoyed at the goth kid for tipping Wes off, decided to move in to teach the boy a lesson.
Wesley managed to duck under the bat, but it missed his head by inches. He felt it woosh over his head. He had nothing on him but a stake, so it would do any good against the breastplate. The only option he had was to run, and fast.
He started to bolt into the nearest and busiest looking business, but as he did that, he turned to the goth kid and screamed, "RUN!!!"
All he could do now was try to get to a phone and pray.
The goth kid obliged, sprinting off in the opposite direction with the annoyed and armored fangster in pursuit.
Meanwhile -- the liquor store seemed pretty quiet, aside from Wesley's hasty entry. The clerk at the counter looked up at him as he entered. "... wine coolers?"
At any other time, he would have laughed at someone asking him about wine coolers. Apparantly wearing tweed made people think that you were a pansy or something. It they only knew.
"There are two gang members outside, and they tried to attack me," He said quickly. "Go push something heavy against the door and let me use the phone."
He hated using the "gang member" excuse, but he was required to by his job.
The clerk grabbed a bat from behind the bar, and headed over to bar the door. "There's a pay phone by the bathroom," he suggested, locking the door and peering out at the street.
Wesley was glad that the clerk didn't argue. He just hoped that the bat would be enough to bar the door with. "If you have a crow bar that would be better," he said as he ran to the pay phone.
Wesley filled the pay phone with quarters and started dialing the numbers of all the people at OSI that he knew. As long as he could get an answer from a few of them, he felt that they might be alright. As a last resort, he might even call the police, but he figured that he'd get a hold of someone.
Hopefully.
You lucky son-of-a-bitch, you've reached the Bothwell residence, the answering machine said when he got to Kit's number. Daniel and I are probably in and ignoring you - so leave a message after the beep and if it's important enough to make us care, we'll pick up!
BEEEEP!
Wesley barely sounded like himself when he left the message. "It's Wesley. Vampires in breastplates are attacking me at a liquor store in town. If you are there, pick up now." Honestly, he sounded mad. Not at Kit, but at himself for not thinking to pack another weapon, but he had honestly never seen a vampire smart enough to wear a breastplate before.
Before Wesley could either hang-up or continue, Daniel leapt for the phone and picked it up. "Wesley? It's Daniel. Which liquor store?" He gestured to Kit to "suit up" as it were.
"Damn English Muffin making us work," he grumbled - but did get up and get his shoes, coat and go bag.
"We need any special equipment? What's the sitch?"
Wesley told him the name of the liquor store. "Bring swords or axes or something sharp that can be used for beheading. They can't be staked the way they are," he said after hearing Kit's comments over the phone.
The clerk could be heard out front, commenting, "What the hell are they doing?" What the hell they were doing quickly became evident with the sound of breaking glass.
"Goddamnit!" Wesley screamed when he heard the breaking glass. They had either broken in or they had thrown something in. He turned to look and see what it was.
From the look of things, one of the vampires had smashed in the glass door.
"Get out of here!" the clerk yelled, and smacked him in the head with his bat. The vampire's head twisted a bit with the blow... then he snarled, grabbed the clerk, and pulled the clerk out through the broken door. Outside, the clerk began to scream.
Wesley's first instinct was to rush out and try to save the clerk, but that would only lead to his own death, which wouldn't do anyone any good. He started to quickly scan the room, trying to look for a weapon. Anything that would work for a weapon.
Personally, he was hoping for a crow bar.
The place was loaded with liquor bottles; there were also a few mops, brooms, and other devices, and pieces of shelving that could be used as improvised clubs. Unfortunately, the clerk's bat had been the only form of defense the place had.
Incidentally, behind the clerk's counter, there was also a normal phone, next to the duct tape. (Apparently the clerk hadn't been keen on letting people behind the counter just because they say a crisis is at hand.)
Wesley did the first thing that popped into his head. First, he took a bottle of liquor, used a bit of it to soak a rag that he found, and made an improvised molotov cocktail. He tried to aim for the vampire out the window, hoping that it would hit it.
After he did that, he called 911 to report gang activity and a fire. He mostly hoped that the sirens would scare the bloody vampire off.
Danny's reply to Kit's was simply, "Anything that can pierce armor." He jotted down the name of the liquor store and slammed the phone down as he quickly gathered his own arsenal. A quiver of arrows was strapped to his back and his compound bow could be put together in the car. For extra measure, Daniel grabbed a few small axes that could be thrown and hooked them to his belt. "We better hurry, Kit." He rushed out of the house.
Kit on the other hand, being Kit, grabbed a large two-handed double bladed axe from the weapons room.
He threw it over his shoulder with a wicked grin, then nudged the dog out of the way of the door. "Not now, Mariposa - daddy's gotta go behead somethings."
He hurried out after Daniel, though taking the time to lock their door.
Wesley only hoped that Kit and Daniel got here quickly, before he was dead as well.
As Kit and Daniel drove up to the liquor store, they could clearly see that the area outside of the store and directly in front of the door was on fire, and an irate-looking fellow - wearing a breastplate, of all things - was busy attempting to smash his way in through a window instead, using a baseball bat. The armored gentleman seemed to be alone, and not a little bit charred.
The sound of sirens could be heard faintly in the distance.
"Vamp in a can, straight ahead," Kit said , pointing him out to Daniel as if his friend hadn't already seen it.
Kit Bothwell raised the large axe in both hands and charged forward towards the guy's back, hoping for the element of surprise to be on his side. Even with the breastplate, he figured that the head and neck were still vulnerable enough to make the acquaintance of Mr. Choppy. (Yes, he named his favorite axe. Doesn't everyone?)
The vampire whirled - apparently, he was no slouch in the sensory department - and noted incoming angry man with an axe, bringing the bat up to parry. "Oh, good. More white hats." The bat, being an aluminum model more suited to smacking baseballs than bladed weapons, dented on impact.
Wesley was relieved to see that Daniel and Kit had gotten here. He found a fire extinguisher to try and put out some of the flames so that he could go out and help as much as he could. He did stay a safe distance away in case the vampire decided to try and come for him again.