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Post by taiomega on Feb 23, 2007 20:02:16 GMT -5
((I think this one might just pick up right after the end of Mater and the ghost light))
No one ever knew a little story, or a little joke would go this far... The Towns people had played a mean yet funny trick on Mater...telling him that only your imagination was to fear... little did they know each nightmare from then on would slowly work it's way into thier world... Welcome to the Devils Playground...
((yeah this is that old rp idea.. ))
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Post by numbah29ondatracks on Feb 23, 2007 20:11:46 GMT -5
((YAY!!! FINALLY A PLACE FOR MY EVIL DOERS!!! MUWAHAHAHAHA *choke-sputter-choke* ow.))
His breath seared the cool night air as he prowled in the night looking for his next meal. A mythical demon called "Jäggen" by those who dared tell the tale of the deadly night-prowling vampire car. He was blissfully unaware and apathetic of the stories and myths that plagued his name. Letting out a low growl he sneered an evil grin as he saw dully lit street lights in the distance.
((hehehe this should be fun!))
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Post by numbah29ondatracks on Feb 23, 2007 20:51:00 GMT -5
((did I mess this up already? ? aww jeeze.........))
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Post by Tracker89 on Feb 24, 2007 13:13:56 GMT -5
A beige Jeep Grand Cherokee sat alone and uncomfortable at the V8 Cafe, guzzling down his 12th can of heated motor oil. There was a powerful, almost supernatural chill running down his driveshaft, and it seemed like there was no way to get rid of it.
Come on Cam...where are ya...
Raheem waited nervously for his brother's arrival.
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Somewhere up in the Cadillac Range, a dark green Land Rover Discovery drove around the winding mountain roads. He had been on a trip to a nearby Route 66 town, and had stayed a bit late before returning to Radiator Springs, which was now only a few minutes away. The country channel he was listening to began playing its next song.
"When you're feeling lonely, lost and let down Seems like those dark skies are following you around And life's just one big shade of gray You wonder if you'll see the light of day..."
The signal suddenly fizzled out after the last line.
Stupid radio...should have it checked tomorrow morning.
He continued driving silently, the lyrics of the song playing over and over again in his mind...
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Post by numbah29ondatracks on Feb 25, 2007 20:33:15 GMT -5
(muwahahahaha)
As silent as death, Jäggen loomed closer towards his destination, but he knew to keep well out of sight of his prey so he drove onto the soft sand that paved both sides of the road. Then he spotted it. His next victim.....with sharp toothed grin he stopped, stalking his prey before going in for the kill. He sat eagerly, low to the ground, getting ready make his move when a noise stirred him out of his trance. He backed even deeper into the shadows and waited for the one who made the noise to show its face. With his undercarriage so low to the ground he could feel the tiny pebbles against him, Jäggen waited.... two meals were better then one...... He thought with a sneer.
((Beware of prowling Jäggen....He's hungry and strong.....Have fun kids!))
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Post by Tracker89 on Feb 26, 2007 16:24:17 GMT -5
By this time, Cam had driven out of the mountains and was now on flat ground, the lights of Radiator Springs a short distance away. As he approached the town, he suddenly thought he glimpsed the outline of a car on the side of the road. The Land Rover blinked, and the outline was gone.
My imagination must be playing tricks on me...I really need a good night's sleep.
He continued driving, quietly humming the tune he had heard earlier.
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fallenangel
Toddler
broken bone, and tattred wing's,i am the angel of death
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Post by fallenangel on Feb 27, 2007 14:47:54 GMT -5
She was driving nice a slow, god she hated full moons her red eye's where now in ful bloom as she drove with her eye's closed her normal pink colour was pale white like snow, a cresent moon on the side of her bumper,deep cheery lip's,blood red eye's,small white fluffy cat ear's,small bat like ears as her mirroir's and a black dragon trailing down her side it tail resting on top of her trunk,the head resting on the side above her midnight wheel's,a song came on the radio, as she pulled her hood down, she placed it full blasted,
"Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I need a little room to breathe Cause I'm one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break
Shut up when I'm talking to you Shut up, shut up, shut up Shut up when I'm talking to you Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up"
(hehe hope you guys don't mind hehehe vampires girl car are such a pleasure to rp >:3)
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fallenangel
Toddler
broken bone, and tattred wing's,i am the angel of death
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Post by fallenangel on Feb 27, 2007 16:27:20 GMT -5
(yes the crazy b**t is loses :3 XD)
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Post by Razor Azura on Apr 27, 2007 21:30:33 GMT -5
((le w00t--enter, the oil-luster!! Tracker, if you don't mind, I might mention Raheem and Cam here, I'd like to think them the reason she per-say "dies" since she will indeed die at some point in the oil-lusters thing on Cars Garage =3, hope its ok y'all! It doesn't even have to be their fault! It could be some other Land Rovers and she just assumes its them...anyway, i'll have her at least assume))
Two loud revvs...a single revv that lasted longer and the small black hybrid was in the air and on the ground by the ditch. She winced her eyes burning as her chasis slammed on the ground and the pain rebounded through her body. Groaning, she pushed herself up more...normally on her wheels.
Toxic was covered in dust and roots and looked like she had been burried in the ground for ages, which I guess you could say is true. 7 years ago she had crashed into that deep ditch and had never come out, of course, it was full of water then and rescuers could never find her.
Not that anyone cared, she was disliked for being an oil-luster (those who will only drink oil from other cars, not a vampire, they just prefer oil from cars) and not only that, nobody knew her too well anyway, she always seemed a really shy person who disliked conversation anyway.
After 7 years though, alot happens, the river had long since dried up and she had found herself burried in the ground, impaled by roots...her dark paint rusted by 80 lbs of water rushing across it for years.
She looked like a zombie...
Of course, she was very much alive. After her crash, her body instantly put her into a suspended animation (as do most devilish cars) and had given her strength and more power...She could tell that now, her fangs were at least twice their normal size and her body was well strengthened even if it was still small (imagine if Raheem could see her now)
She growled deep in her throat, Raheem....that little monster was going to pay for what he did to her, it was his fault she had crashed...o sure she stole a little oil from his brother, she never intended to kill him. And then Raheem and Cam had to turn around and run her off into the river.
Seven years...she had waited to take out some sort of revenge, her body was now much more powerful, the roots that had grown around her and into her, might cause for some protection...she didn't know of many cars who would bite through a thorny root just to take a little oil from her.
She grinned toothily and stared off into the desert, the faint outline of Radiator Springs in the distance told her where her revenge was waiting patiently for her....this would be a very unexpected reunion.
((sorry 4 the long intro y'all =3 hope 's ok!)
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Post by Tracker89 on Apr 28, 2007 14:19:17 GMT -5
((Azura, you're back! So you're making this sort of like a sequel to 'Trail Blazing'...interesting, although that RP along with the whole of TCG seemed to have just died off))
Cam finally arrived in town, meeting up with Raheem.
"You're late, brother. For a minute there, I felt like something's happened to you." The Grand Cherokee said sternly.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I began to feel a bit scared too...but I'm here now, and that's all that matters, right?" Cam replied.
"I guess so..."
Flo suddenly poked her nose out of the cafe office and turned towards the two SUV brothers.
"Sorry boys, but I'm closing down for the night. You should get some shut-eye too, nothing much to see around here this time of night." The '50s showcar said.
"Alright, Flo, we were going to leave anyways." Raheem said. They headed over to the Cozy Cone...they hadn't dared to rent a room up at the Wheel Well since that experience 7 years ago.
As they approached the entrances to their respective cones, Cam reached for his side compartment...and found his keys weren't there.
"Damn...lost my keys." He said.
"Have any ideas where they might be?" Raheem said.
"I think...I remember setting them on the ground when we were watching that movie at the Drive-In earlier today...don't remember picking up. I'll go search for them, it'll only take 5 minutes."
Raheem nodded, and Cam drove away, towards the Drive-In theater just outside of town. At this time of night, it was completely dark...and dead.
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Post by Razor Azura on Apr 28, 2007 15:57:10 GMT -5
((Lol, yeah, I'm back, and in 23 days i'll be e'en more free t'be here! School takes up 'lot 'my time now =\ but i'll make i'through alright, yeah, it has kinda died, though i think I repied yesterday yet were missing some key players and Oil-luster is very busy =\, CG has died D=))
Toxic turned sharply and felt her wheels hit the reasurring road, this was far easier to travel on, even with her strangely formed tires. Now that rocks and dust weren't attacking at her underside anymore, the slight pain in her chassis seemed to ease quickly.
The lights from Radiator Springs, though still dim in the distant a mile or so, seemed almost in reach to Toxic. And already she could smell the oil...and one very familiar scent caught her attention as it moved away from the city lights, she could see a small set of headlights...driving right toward the drive-in theater.
A malicious grin spread across her fender, with a revv of her engine that died into a soft buzz, she bolted off toward the theater, her headlights flicking off quickly.
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Post by Tracker89 on Apr 28, 2007 19:37:00 GMT -5
Cam drove into the dark, empty Drive-In. The same chill that he had felt up in the mountains returned to him, and he quickly scanned the ground for the keys he had lost. After several minutes of searching, he finally found them, in the exact spot where he had parked himself earlier that day.
Thank Ford nothing's happened to them...
With the keys back in his possession, he turned back towards the exit, wanting to be in a warm cozy garage as soon as possible.
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Post by Razor Azura on Apr 28, 2007 20:22:47 GMT -5
Toxic skid to a slightly noisy stop, but nothing that sounded obvious, outside the Drive-In behind the screen, she heard the noise on the other side (and the smell) that confirmed her suspisions.
Cam was on the other side.
Her lips formed an angry sneer, but she calmed herself so as not to make any drastic moves. Moving quietly along the fence outside the theater, she came to the entrance where she was well hidden in the shadows of the sign.
Seeing the Land Rover come into view made her blood boil, but her main quarrell was not with Cam, it was with Raheem...it was sort of a triangular "relationship."
Cam was her prey, she was Raheems prey and Cam and Raheem were brothers, that was the extent of their knowledge of eachother. In reality though, it was two against one, Toxic was outnumbered....or, she had been.
Now she had protection, much more power, and no fear of death (since the only way she could die was having her oil drained, or her engine torn out) and her body was covered by thorned roots and plants.
Taking a deep breath, she followed Cam in the shadows beyond the light of the street lamps.
--- (enter Razor) ---
Razor sighed heavily on his way out from Docs Clinic, he had worked his bumber off and he was exauhsted.
Razor, full-time doctor and erratic-timed murderer, was known as Brian to the residents of radiator springs. He was a dark crimson-red Honda Accord (2002 special edition =3), the paint job he'd chosen to hide his previous silver gleam that had point-blankly made him suspect to having the identity of "The Silver Bullet" a murderer well known across eastern and weastern America (and had small influence in the south).
He'd run away from every case and ended up in Radiator Springs, his identity unknown to the residents thereof, so, he was called Brian, taken as an apprentice by Doc who was pleased with Razors surgeon abilities.
Now, here he was, after another days work feeling completely lame and wishing he was back on the road again, killing when he had a bad day and enjoying women on the good.
As he pulled to his little abode that had been originally an old garage that was disowned years ago, he noticed Cam driving up the road, he gave a slight wave of his wheel and started inside when he stopped and his eyes grew wide.
He noticed, with sharper eyes than most, a car...or what used to be one...that looked like it had been to Hell and back with gleaming green eyes and what seemed to be a red flicker of anger in the headlights that was trying not to expose itself, as for Razor, he knew he had a sharp eye and figured Cam had no idea he was being followed.
Deciding not to get involved with the peculiar car and whatever issue it had with Cam, he slipped into his garage and shut the door.
((those of you who knew Razor by another name, I changed it to Brian, live with it y'all!))
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Post by Tracker89 on Apr 28, 2007 20:51:39 GMT -5
Cam drove out of the drive-in just as the last establishments of Radiator Springs closed down, plunging Ornament Valley into total darkness except for street lights, the traffic light in the middle of town, and the occasional light along Route 66.
As Cam made his way back to the Cone, he found himself constantly checking his rear-view mirror, even though he could see nothing aside from the light glow of his tail-lights.
Somehow, this situation seemed familiar.
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As Raheem backed into his cone, he took one last breath before going to sleep. The air contained a disturbingly familiar smell, one that caused him to shudder yet at the same time desire the oil he had tasted all those years ago...
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Post by Razor Azura on Apr 28, 2007 21:47:42 GMT -5
Toxic almost lost control of her headlights when she saw the dark red accord watching her, it was apparent he had seen her and had had no problem seeing her either. She let out a sigh of relief when he went into his garage and said nothing but waved a wheel to Cam.
Relaxing, she drove easily passed the accords garage, close on Cams tail as he finally neared the Cozy Cone where her eyes could see the form of Raheem as he slipped away into his garage and shut the door.
Her engine revved with excitement for revenge which, took her after to realize that Cam would hear that with no problem, her cover was gone.
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