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Post by Merton Dingle on Nov 10, 2011 1:04:07 GMT -5
Characters Appearing: Merton Dingle; anyone who joins
Time of Day: Later afternoon
Location(s): Pleasantville Public Library and streets
Previous Thread Name/Info: N/A
NPCs Used: Random citizens, maybe
Plot Summary: Merton has a suspicion about a new teacher in Pleasantville over a failed test paper.
Why can't things be simple? Maybe life just liked to throw wrenches at you to throw off all the good luck you've been having lately. Merton felt like that since he had just failed a test. He was one of the smartest teenagers in Pleasantville High. After school he had spent ten minutes debating with the teacher on why he should of gotten at least a B+ if not a low A for a grade.
Unfortunately, it felt as if the teacher was out to get him to fail. Storming out of the classroom and out of the school, Merton fumed as the teacher didn't even bother to up the grade at all or to give him a test to retake. Maybe later he would find his best friend, Tommy Dawkins, and convince him that their new history teacher was possessed or something. Sure his mind was reeling into the supernatural aspect of things but can't be too careful.
Especially with all the weird stuff happening all around Pleasantville. “Seriously, who does he think he is?! I've compared sheets and others that got the same answers as me passed. Not even trying to be the teacher's pet,†he grumbled as he hopped in his hearse and drove to the public library. Pretty much to check out a few things and study a bit. Sure he could of just went home to his Lair to look on the internet but he felt like doing the social thing.
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Post by Jacobgoodnight on Nov 14, 2011 4:50:52 GMT -5
Jacob was not particularly interested in his own hygiene, but he had gotten his hands on some clothing to replace the ones he use to wear. His previous clothing had becomes more or less rags, nearly crumbling into pieces in his hands. He had been lucky to find garments close to his size, since Jacob was a rather large man with a body that was brimming with muscles. So now dressed in his extra large army green short-sleeved shirt and sizable pair dark brown pants which matched his heavy-duty boots. The behemoth was still rather unclean, but to most who saw him, Jacob was merely a large working man in Pleasantville. The truth of the matter was he had just drifted into the city, his eyes always looking for more 'sinners' and demons who needed to be punished by him and a new headquarters for his gory operations.
Lucky for the citizens of Pleasantville, it seemed like none of them were out for Jacob to pick his prey from, of course this was before Merton drove up in his hearse car. He had seen a hearse before, he knew that it was a car of death. He was curious, but he was wary of going closer as if he saw the vehicle as something that should be feared or respected. Quietly he watched from a distance, observing the dark-haired youth who exited the death car. Merton seemed to fit well with the hearse yet he seemed out of place too to the giant monster. He certainly didn't look like the men who drove that type of car, though his appearance was pallid and dark in nature like he were mimicking the look of a corpus. However, he looked so young, he looked a great deal like the those he had punished into the Blackwell. Was he a sinner? Once Merton was making his way into the building, the imposing man would follow suit.
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Post by master on Nov 17, 2011 0:30:11 GMT -5
Not everything that the Master did was out of a desire for universal domination, or even world domination. Sometimes he just wanted to amuse himself. Sometimes out of boredom, sometimes out of the urge to just create some chaos. This was one of the latter times.
The election campaign had reached a quiet point, kind of a brief calm before the actual business happened, and the Master was closeted in the TARDIS, partially to get away from the humans and partially to find some mischief to get into. He’d been hearing a lot of end of the world stuff lately, zombie apocalypses, judgment days, all that stuff. The bored part of him, looking for amusement, asked the question of what he personally could do to help bring that about. So he was skimming through the media archives of his TARDIS, looking for something or someone that he could use to cause a little righteous mayhem. It was during this search that he found Jacob Goodknight.
Now here’s just what he needed. Nothing on a global scale, but he didn’t really want to do anything that would ruin the fun he planned to have after the election. Still, a man dead set on killing sinners wherever he found them had to be good for a few laughs. Just imagine the fun he could have if he set Jacob down in the middle of Washington, DC.
Koschei decided he wanted to see this guy up close, see if he was anything worth using, how he operated. Finding where Jacob was took a little longer, but eventually he found the location and after setting the coordinates into the TARDIS’s system, he sat back on the little sofa he’d installed in the control room and waited while the TARDIS navigated. Once she landed, materializing in the form of a telephone booth on the sidewalk, the Master looked into the viewer to see where he was. Looked like a pretty average town, except for the young man driving the hearse. He looked like one of those ‘goth’ people. Humans had some of the weirdest tastes.
The TARDIS sensors were good, but they weren’t perfect, so the Master couldn’t tell if Jacob was in this immediate vicinity or not. Deciding to take a step out and look around, he locked the TARDIS doors behind him and looked around the neighborhood, wondering where a good place was for a killer of sinners to hide.
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Post by Merton Dingle on Dec 29, 2011 1:06:13 GMT -5
Merton ended up closing the books after a few minutes of studying. Besides he will end up finishing his homework at home. Sure no one was talking to him but he was used to it. After packing up his books he headed over to the computers to check out a few things. Unaware of the looming threat approaching him and the people slowly stepping aside from the large man that entered the library.
Why would he pay attention to who comes inside the library? Only the nerds and people who like to read spend a good amount of time in the library. The goth clicked away at the keyboard to look for any new sightings in Pleasantville. As strange as it was he was still skeptical about all the new towns that have popped up and new strange happenings.
Sure he should probably believe everything he reads online now but he still had to keep his senses from going over board. As far as he knew and has known is Pleasantville is for the supernatural and creepers looming about that caused trouble for such a quaint little town. His eyes skimmed over a forum he clicked on and shook his head.
“They can't even get errors/spoofs right for this movie,†he scoffed. At least it proved the amateurs from the pros who've watched classic movies often to catch subtle errors whether it be from editing, time line, continuity, etc. Merton proceeded to log in to send the person an email with facts from his own findings. After this he'll get back to the main search he had been doing.
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Post by Jacobgoodnight on Dec 30, 2011 5:18:04 GMT -5
Jacob turned his head to take one last look before he followed the goth into the building. He furrowed his hairless brow, he had the oddest feeling someone was looking for him, but he couldn't quite place that sensation. He seemed to shrug his heavily broad shoulders right before he stalked his way inside. He let his gaze look about him as he stepped into the library. The last library he had been in had been in the Blackwell and he had used it as a place to keep his prisoners until he killed them. The towering mountain of man moved down the stacks, checking each one for the raven-haired youth who had entered the building not to long ago.
With each bookshelf he was meant with failure and frustration was starting to build in his gut. That was until he spotted him. Merton was on a computer, though Jacob hadn't a clue what it was, since he had never seen or used one before. He stopped a short distance from the goth seated at the computer, his mismatched eyes fixed on him while his bald head gently tilted to the side curiously. He didn't know why this one particular boy had captured his curiosity, but he was curious about Merton. Slowly he stepped towards the teenage, not watching the volume footsteps against the hard flooring as he continued to approach him.
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Post by master on Jan 4, 2012 0:09:52 GMT -5
Koschei straightened out the jacket of his business suit and looked around. It seemed a relatively quiet neighborhood, with a building that looked like a library nearby. Just an average neighborhood; the kind that the Master would love to see blown to bits, preferably with him pushing the detonator. But not today. Today was surveillance, time to scout out new talent, all the better to wreak havoc with.
Nothing really stood out for him at first, people were going about their everyday business, kids on their way home from school. Boring, boring, boring. The Master yawned and looked around again before his eye caught something. Okay, now the hearse; that stood out. It wasn’t what one normally saw parked in front of the public library. And out of the hearse stepped out a teenager dressed in black; apparently one of those ‘gothic’ types, the Master decided. The ones who were fascinated with death and dressed morbidly. Well, when he got things really going, he’d show them what death really was, and maybe they wouldn’t find it so ‘cool’ then.
The teenager left the hearse and walked into the library, the Master watching with scorn. And a moment later he was glad he had, because out of nowhere came a disturbing-looking older man with a shaved head. It was none other than Jacob Goodnight, the man he’d been looking for. Mr. Goodnight seemed interested in the young man, following him into the library; and the Master followed, a smile forming over his face. It seemed that Jacob might have a new victim in mind, and if Koschei played his cards right he’d get to see the man in action.
He followed the stalker and his prey into the library and pretended to browse idly through books as he discreetly tracked their progress. It was too quiet in here, the Master thought to himself in amusement. There should be ominous, creepy music playing during moments like this.
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Post by Merton Dingle on Jan 26, 2012 23:00:34 GMT -5
Every second that ticked by the goth was unaware of what is about to happen. His eyes focused on the computer screen in front of him. His mind focused on odds and ends than school work that has been long forgotten until later. Merton checked the time located in the bottom right hand corner of the computer and cursed under his breath.
He had all but forgotten the big game at the high school and he had promised Tommy he would be there to cheer him on. Closing out the window he had been viewing, he perked up at the noise coming from behind him. Unless Tim or Travis, the school bullies, had wandered into the library thinking it was a doughnut shop it was not their heavy footsteps he was hearing.
Very carefully, Merton turned in his seat and let out a startled shriek at the huge bald man with beady eyes walking in his direction. 'Not good. So not good,' he thought as he picked up a bad vibe from the man. Fighting all sorts of creatures with his best friend had taught him not to stick around long. Grabbing his backpack, he quickly got to his feet and speed walked to the exit/entrance of the library. No need to be yelled at for running and be mocked about how he thought this guy was after him.
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Post by Jacobgoodnight on Feb 7, 2012 4:33:23 GMT -5
Jacob had no idea that he was both the hunter and the hunted. His entire focus was on the goth who had captured his attention. He slowly approached Merton, not seeming to care about the volune of his footsteps. All that mattered at that moment was the boy at the computer. He tilted his bald head in an almost curious fashion when the youth let out a shriek of terror at the sight of him. The giant had completely stopped in his approach towards Merton, his mismatched eyes were fixed on him. Like an animal, he had locked on his prey. As soon as the dark-haired young man started for the door, Jacob was close behind him.
Abruptly he halted in his steps, he had caught something out of the corner of his eyes. Was he being watched? Was he a policeman who was going to try and get him like the one cop that had shot him in the head? He felt his lips curl into a sneer as he looked in the Master's direction in a silent warning for him not to make trouble for him before his focus returned to the goth about to escape him. He reached out to grasp Merton's bag, attempting to put him back from the door. If he was successful in doing so, he would pull him back towards him, twisting him about so he could look into his eyes. He wanted to see the sin in his eyes, if it was truly there.
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