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Date Posted: 17:51:53 11/26/00 Sun
Author: Julius Stryker/Varian Grant
Subject: A intro and a exit. (Part 1)




*A middle class home. placed somewhere in middle class suburbia' the grass neatly cut, and the sun shining as if it were specially desinged for this home, inside this posh home lives the Grant's a normal family with normal lives, jobs, habits and traditions such as the a yearly forth of July Bar-b-que or converting the backyard and garage into a fun house on halloween these small things made this house a home. Looking deeper in everything seemed to be in check a kitchen filled with the smells of sweet perishables being cooked to perfection. A masters bedroom decorated by a adult with style and a fashion sense, many other rooms would follow but I think you get the hint by now right. Anyhoo (yes anyhoo) The most standout'ish room of the house would have to be that of our hero Varian Grant, it's decorated in posters of such things as anime, wrestlers and video game characters. Truly this was a room that had been lived in, and on the bed located in th center of the room sat Varian tapping his way through Dynasty Warriors 2, it'd been hours since he defeated the Shen Li army and he wanted their leader. "Dammit why do they seek refuge from my blade!?" He thought to himself in the most asian like impressionation he could do, Varian could do this for hours on end, if the boy didn't have a girl in his life he probably wouldn't have one...a life that is and if he wasen't so involved in the game then he might be able to hear her ringing the doorbell downstairs, lucky for the V-man he had his trust worthy mother to answer the door for him asuring that not one visitor would be missed, with a smile Varian's girlfriend greeted his mother, returning the gesture Varian's mother stepped back from the door allowing his girlfriend (Kay'la) entrance, once in she closed the door behind her.*

Dorothy:Hi Kay'la Looking for Varian right, he's up stairs playing Video games I think, here I'll call him for you.....VARIAN!!! VARIAN KAY'LA'S HERE!!! (Sigh) I swear ears don't do that boy a bit a' good, you can just go on up.

*Kayla nods and quickly starts to ascend the stairs.*

Dorothy:Ain't like you ain't probably seen him without clothes before.

*Kay stops on the stairs and blinks foward twice never looking back at Varian's mother she bites her bottom lip and continues climbing the staircase pretending not the hear the comment that was totally true, she came to Varian's door the sounds on Jon Bon Jovi blasting from his stereo, knocking twice it was a good bet that Varian was either A:To deaf by the loud music. or B: Too intrigued by the video game before him to listen to such trivial things like a knock on the door by Kay'la, so like most girlfriends do she pushes the door open and enters his room suprised that it's well kept this time around she jumps onto the bed where his back rested on and leans over the edges licking the top of his ear, Varian shivers then pauses the game quickly looking around at his girlfriend her red colored hair covering one eye at her current pose.*

Kay'la:Hey babe, I knocked but you didn't answer.



Varian:Eh, sorry about that, just sitting here playing video games.


Kay'la:Same one from yesterday?



Varian:Yeah and I can't beat that one guy...he cheats friggin' wind attacks!


Kay'la:Oh well baby I'm sure you can beat em, by the way notice my ears?


*Varian reaches up moving her hair away from blocking the view of her earlobes, he spies a new set of holes plugged with small pearl studs, Varian examines them with curiousity and responds.*


Varian:More holes eh, I was always partial to the three I use the most (grins) and came already assembled.


*Kay playfully taps Varian on the shoulder and rolls over in his bed letting her head hang over the bed therefore starting a the flow of her long red locks of hair over his shoulder.*

Kay'la:You know you could probably try getting a on-line faq for that thing.



Varian:That's cheating...and besides I never cheat.


Kay'la:Uh huh, at least no on me anyways, but if you don't cheat Mr. Grant maybe you wouldn't mind telling me what that Code breaker video game modifier is doing over there on your desk.


*Varian looks over at the device and smirks, ready to unload a wise ass remark.*


Varian:It serves the same purpose as you!


Kay'la:What's that?


*Varian stands up and climbs unto the bed next to Kayla wrapping his arm around her.*


Varian:It's always there just in case!


*Kay rolls her eyes, then kisses Varian.*

Kay'la:And I'm always here huh?


Varian:Yep..(laughs) even when I don't want you to be. So what's on the agenda today, or did your other boyfriend kick you out?


Kay'la:Ha-ha very funny, your my only boyfriend and the reason why I came over today is because Blake called and asked me to come over here.



Varian:Blake? Why?


Kay'la:I don't know, he said that he wanted to show us something.


*Varian raises up from the bed and looks at the paused screen.*


Varian:I hope it's not another bug biscuit! I refuse to eat those things!


Kay'la:To boot, he's late he told me to be over here at 12:35 it's 12:55 now.



Varian:And he could have at least told me!


*The tree located 'sitcomly' close to Varian's window raddles as a hand grabs onto it's ledge, Varian looks over at Kayla then frowns.*


Varian:Why can't he use the door?

Kay'la:Probably because he doesn't use his brain.


*Both Kayla and Varian walk over to the window and open it, as Blake pulls himself in, he stops half way through and strains.*

Blake:Uhhh a....little...help here...PLEASE!


*Varian violently grabs Blake's shoulders and snatches him through the window, the two watch as Blake tumbles throught the window and rolls on his back to a stop. He get's up brushing his coat off.*

Blake:It's cold out there!


*Kay'la taps Blake's forhead.*

Kay'la:It's cold up there.


Blake:Ah ha! You talk about me now, yet what you WILL see will be nothing short of amazing! Because I Blake "Cap-n' cool" Winters will be the next man alive to recieve the World dynamic inventors award!



Varian:Uhh, Blake let me be frank when I say, what the hell is that?


Blake:It's my stepping stone to higher achivement! For I have created, get this the worlds first, pocket sized toilet!


Kay'la:A that possible use could a portable toilet have?



Varian:Sometimes you feel pissed and just gotta go huh?


Blake:Wrong, actually this toilet is gonna make me millions, it's patent pending of course but the ARMY is gonna pay me millions!



Varian:A throne in your pocket? So umm, that's why you gather us all together to discuss a portable toilet?


Blake:Nooo, I plan on being a millionaire before this thing sells 10 units, I'll need a manager and a spokesman, and who better to come to than my two best buds!


*Varian and Kayla look at eachother then around the room.*

Kay'la:You have best friends?


Blake:Oh come on guys! I really need your support! Hey Varian, you think that uncle of yours could get me some hook-ups?


Varian:I'm pretty sure he could, but all jokes aside Blake come here.


*Blake inches closer as Varian quickly brings his hand up smacking Blake in the back of the head.*


Varian:STUPID!! HOW THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU MARKET A PORTABLE TOILET!! Hi, I'm Gene Sleshanger, and if your like me well when you gotta go, you gotta go, but now with Blakeco's portapottie, I can go on the go! Honestly Blake that's gotta be the most useless invention yet.


*Blake rubs the back of his head and hands Varian a small can no bigger than a dime.*

Blake:Pull the top up.


*Varian nervously does as told and he and Kayla watch in in disbelief as a ballon toilet soars from the can and onto the floor standing at full built stance, Varian riases a eyebrow.*


Varian:Sh!t.


Blake:Exactly! Picture it!


Kay'la:I'd rather not.


Blake:Oh will you PLEASE! Millions of people at camps, or even better the homeless shelters buying these in bulk and handing them out to homeless people!


Varian:Normally I'd say it's a sh!tty idea, but he's a point it is a invention, one I'm sure'll end up on the dollar store rack in 4 months but a worthwhile invention nonetheless.


Kay'la:I can't believe we're sitting her discussing a toilet! Blake, more things go into making a invention and then making millions from it!

Blake:Oh yeah like what?


Kay'la:Like field testing!


Varian:Well what do you want him to do Kay'la but it on the corner with a sign, "FREE CRAPS HERE!! PISSES ALLOWED!" I'm not too sure that's gonna work.


Blake:I'll test em, I've used this one three times already!


*Varian slowly looks at the toilet and backs away from it.*

Blake:I figured my biggest market would be the homeless, I've often wondered what they do with their waste myself, I understand that sometimes then do it in newspapers and whatnot then put it in the trash, then sometimes then chop it up and pick through it for any food that's not 'de-evolved'.


Varian:That's a lil' bit too much information than what I wanted to know from you!!


Blake:So, call that uncle of yours!


Varian:Fine, but don't blame me when he laughs in your ear..loudly mind you.


*Varian walks over to pick up the phone as the scene ends...yet opens in another place, we close in on Julius Stryker walking toward his car the J-mobile, he shuffles through his pockets for his keys to open the canopy but before he can do anything feels the unmistakeable shape and tempeture of cold hard steel, a mugged voice behind him whispers, In the car now Julius holds both his hands up and turns around with the gunman slowly as a black limo pulls up, the feeling of about 34 pounds hitting Julius on the head is what he felt and the pain then unconcensions would follow shortly after it was apperant that his attacker was armed with a 34 pound leather blackjack, with Julius being quickly pushed into the limo is drove off as quickly as it had driven up.* (TO BE CONTINUED)



THIS IS THE WORSE EDITING TO A PCITURE I EVER DID!! I'LL TRY HARDER NEXT TIME.
*NOTE: ALTHOUGH THE BOIDES ARE INDEED NOT OURS THE FACES ARE, MAYBE I SHOULD JUST INCLUDE U TOGETHER WITH OUR REAL BODIES NEXT TIME...EVEN IF I AM ONLY 140 SOAK N' WET!*-Varian

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