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Post by Tribune Bolton on Nov 30, 2014 22:43:35 GMT -5
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Bad Moon Rising
Welcome to Kashmir, NY, USA. Spring has just set in, and Nineteen-Seventy-hrauhhpmmmpghh is just revving up. The residents of Kashmir are a funkadelic bunch, and why wouldn't they be, baby? All of it's happenin' here, maaaaannnn. Once upon a time and over the rainbow and such, this town was nothin' but stiffs. Built it up around some fucking military base, man. But that's all changed now baby, the flower child is on the rise. The mannnn's been kicked out. Well, not really, the base is still there and there's a ton of dudes manning it, but whatever. You hear about that Woodstock thing? It's going to be wild, man. ...You wanna hear about the town itself? Fine, whatever dude. We've got the old Jailhouse District, lined with bars, jazz clubs, disco halls, and rock 'n roll theaters, anything you- Man, what are you, a pinko? What's with these weird questions man? Yeah, fine, we have an industrial district. We call it the Black District. Lots of paint factories or some shit, who knows. Last district is the the river-bound, uh, River District. Yeah, the highschool's down there. Brick House High. You a teacher or something? Whatever, watch yourself man. Some strange shit's going to go down there. Please, believe me, the river told me. River. The fortuneteller down the street, she's the real deal man. Yeah, the River District though, not River herself, it's all suburbs and shit. Make sure you stop by Commando Burgers, (toughest burgers in town.) No, no, see, they're not LITERALLY tough, they- Hey man, what's with all the school questions? You're skeeving me out, dude. Yeah, okay, just pay for your drink.
"...Rubles? Is this a fucking joke?" "I don't understand. Do you find my money funny?" "You want people to think I'm running a red bar?" "But, your bar is black and white, sir." "What the fuck- hey man, you've switched accents like five times, what the hell... Do I smell a pig?"
The labcoat cloaked man stepped out of the bar, squees and a sickly green glow peeking out to be shut back in as the door closed. He looked around his van, and saw four little American flags floating in mid air above him. With a grumble, he kicked the air with a thump, causing a van to phase into sight. He got into the van, and drove on down to the River District.
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Post by hbarber on Nov 30, 2014 22:46:47 GMT -5
Jacob B. Wallman hung outside the record store checking out all the honeys passing by. His bell bottoms looked fresh as ever and his denim vest would surely never go out of style.
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Post by DeredereChan on Nov 30, 2014 22:50:30 GMT -5
"Ew, was that Mr. Voyner driving past? God, he's gonna ruin my groove if he gets too close." Izzy "Lee" Daniels looked at the van that just drived past in disgust. Who does that guy think he is, having several accents?
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Post by veero on Nov 30, 2014 22:50:51 GMT -5
Nathaniel trudged through the sidewalk, looking depressed as all fuck. He had gotten a D, a fucking D on the test he had studied for for days. He kicked a pebble onto the street and sat down on a bus stop near a record store.
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Post by hbarber on Nov 30, 2014 22:52:59 GMT -5
"Hey, Nathaniel I heard about that D, tough shit man. Don't worry though those tests aren't to be trusted just our overlords attempting to fill our minds with their propaganda maaaaaan."
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Post by Khârn on Nov 30, 2014 22:54:05 GMT -5
A noise could be heard, a funkadelic tune that only grew and grew, steaming on over like a train of boogie wonder. Walking over the horizon, came the flyest sucka to ever lay a foot within the halls of that two-bit, straight up and down, suit wearing high school known as Brick House High. This boy came on strolling, not an apparent care in the world, as his music played on in the background, a smaller boy, not a blade o'grass past the age of fourteen, followin behind, hefting about a large music device. Snake Eyes Luthor, the coolest cat in the town, was on his way down, down, down, to the Commando Burger, for some good times, free lovin', and a bit o'business too. Rumors had it that ol'Snake Eyes Luthor ran the scene beneath the sheets at the high school, an entire ring of racehorses by the name of women, money, and drugs. Course, none of them suits managed to pin him down, for word had it ol'Principal Burt Reynolds could dig the tunes that Snake Eyes Luthor was playin for him. As it was, the main man moved with a funky stride, each step like that of a man who felt the beat living on inside of him, his choice clothing, the talk of the town, blowing in the wind.
He paused by Voyner, seeing the man in his van, spinning his cane in his hand, before slamming the point of it down to the street. With a bejewelled hand, he reached into his coat pocket, and flung a wad of cash towards the shady man. Voyner was about as far from jiggy as a man could get, be he wasn't a goody two shoes, a buzz, or a dreaded suit, and that was groovy with Snake Eyes Luthor. He had business with the porcine smelling player.
"What it is my man, I see you be running yo'self on down here, but ol'Snake Eyes Luthor be wondering if the man before him got a little bit o'that psychedelic powder he supposed to be slinging my way."
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Post by veero on Nov 30, 2014 22:54:37 GMT -5
"Oh, Jacob, hey there." He said, looking at Jacob. He wasn't really best friends with him, more like friendly acquaintances. "What did you get on it?"
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Post by hbarber on Nov 30, 2014 22:56:12 GMT -5
"I got an A, I plan on going to college y'know fight the system from the inside. But if you wanna be a janitor that's cool."
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Post by veero on Nov 30, 2014 22:58:02 GMT -5
"Oh." Said Nathaniel, feeling even worse than he felt before. The two awkwardly stopped talking for a while, so Nathan tried to fill the void with small talk. "So, uh, what are you up to? Going anywhere after school?"
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Post by MistaMista on Nov 30, 2014 22:58:14 GMT -5
It was a cool, brisk day when Joan Talent first set foot in Kashmir, hair tucked carefully under a red bandanna and jacket swaddled closely around her. When she first stepped off of the bus, backpack slung on her shoulders and map to her Aunt's in hand, Joan knew immediately that this was going to be a fun ride through. It was a typical enough American small town, which of course meant that Joan would stick out like a sore thumb. She walked down main street, head held high despite the curious looks people threw her way (a common occurrence, after all), and finally stopped in front of a sign that read "COMMANDO BURGERS" In large, red, demanding letters.
Seemed like her type of place.
Maybe later, through.
First, she had a school to find.
"Excuse me," Joan addressed the nearest person she saw, "Could you point me to Brick House High?"
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Post by Tribune Bolton on Nov 30, 2014 22:59:59 GMT -5
The door to Voyner's van popped open and the man stepped out. "As per usual, Luthor, I don't know what on God's green earth you're talking about." Voyner mumbled something about state-run atheism and opened a compartment on the side of the van, letting a flower patterned backpack full of cocaine fall to the ground. "No special requests this month, just keep the kids off my back and you can have all the cocaine you want."
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Post by hbarber on Nov 30, 2014 23:00:00 GMT -5
"How the hell should I know, the future isn't now. Whatever the honeys aren't biting anymore I'm going to Commando Burgers."
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Post by DeredereChan on Nov 30, 2014 23:02:02 GMT -5
Izzy noticed an odd girl ask her a question when she was walking by Commando Burgers. Not being one to walk past a stranger, she replied. "Brick House High? That's easy, I go there every day! You'll want to go up a few blocks, go down fifth, take a right, left, right, right...maybe I should just show you. Follow me! My name's Izzy Lee, what's yours?"
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Post by veero on Nov 30, 2014 23:02:14 GMT -5
"C-Could I go along? I-I mean, I really have nothing better to do." Stammered Nathan, not wanting to go home and face his parents.
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Post by Khârn on Nov 30, 2014 23:03:44 GMT -5
"Cut me some slack Jack, you know how it is. You keep on the down low bout us here exchanging, and ol'Snake Eyes Luthor be willing to play ball."
Looking down at the backpack, Snake Eyes Luthor would snap his fingers.
"ALABASTER!"
The small boy behind Snake Eyes Luthor would walk up, putting the backpack on, before returning to his position. Snake Eyes Luthor would tip his hat towards Voyner.
"We cool."
With that, he'd take off down the street, for his stomach was a rumbling, and his blood was a pumping. He was going down to the burger joint to do a little dance, make a little love, and get down this night. He smiled, know the coolest cat was about to show the town why he ruled.
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