Lost (and Found) Media (Midnight Animals AXL RP)
Aug 8, 2022 14:01:28 GMT -5
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Post by itsjustj on Aug 8, 2022 14:01:28 GMT -5
Static fills the screen before we see The Squat, a dilapidated building overrun by The Midnight Animals. A card table laden with empty bottles and cans sits in a filthy kitchen. Lee Gorn sits in a folding chair with an energy drink in one hand and vintage Walkman in the other. Bugz? paces, talking a mile a minute.
8/6/22 2:00 AM
“Ok, so I’m thinkin’ you take the big pink guy, cause he’s Buta-sized and you held your own that time he got after ya for stealing his little lollipop figure or whatever…”
::click:: “Sakura Kasugano!”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“...”
“...anyway, I’ll take the creepy old guy, and we’ll make them bleed like never before”
::whir:: “One tiny little problem” ::hiss:: “Didn’t you do your homework?” ::whir:: “...the big pink guy…” ::click:: “...that’s not blood.”
“Then what the fuck is it?”
::click:: “I’ll give you a hint… it’s semen!”
There’s a beat as Bugz? stares at Gorn.
“...how in the fuck did you have a clip of me saying ‘the big pink guy’ already queued up?”
The tracking slips, the now-frozen image rolling across the screen. As it stabilizes, we realize the cameraman is sitting in the backseat of an incredibly worn and decrepit mid-century muscle car. Bugz? sits in the passenger seat while Foggy drives. The headlights illuminate a dark, empty road.
They’d be going entirely too fast even if the driver wasn’t wearing a latex chicken mask.
4/30/22 5:04 PM
::click:: "The Crinkly Bottom Boys!" ::whir:: “An 800 pound gorilla…” ::hiss:: “...and Rip Van Winkle…” “VERSUS THE MIDNIGHT ANIMALS!” ::whir:: “Lee Gorn” “AND” “Bugz?” ::click:: “So what’s your plan, then?” ::hiss:: “You choke the chicken-” ::whir:: “Put the bunny back in the box-” ::click:: “You go home heroes?”
Static abruptly fills the screen before an animated clip of a small bedroom appears. A pale young woman kneels in the center of the room, tangled black hair hanging in front of her face. Distorted screaming seems to come from another room before the image is replaced once again by the car’s interior. The time stamp reveals an hour has passed. An owl-masked man in a white suit is now sitting shotgun, legs crossed and hanging out the window with his ankles resting on the side mirror. His head rests on the center console, nearly in the backseat. He lazily bounces his hands to the beat of the music as we see city streets outside. The neon lights do little to illuminate the interior. Foggy leans on his left arm as it rests partially out the window, right hand lazily gripping the wheel. The voiceover continues.
::click:: “Let me tell you what I see…” “...he’s got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes after ya, he doesn’t seem to be livin’ until he bites ya…” “Old green eyes” “...ain’t too pretty, either.” ::hiss:: “Noel Edmunds!” ::whir:: “An ancient creature, drenched in the blood of the innocent. Drifting in space through an endless shifting maze. To such a creature, death would be a gift.” ::click:: “Act your age, old man.” ::hiss:: “Walk away, just walk away.”
The man in the owl mask raises his hand, flipping off the camera. We see the hand Bugz? isn’t using to hold the camera reach out and slap it away. Foggy elbows the man out of the way as he reaches for a can of cola, but the voiceover doesn’t stop.
::click:: “And as for YOU!” “MISTERRRRR BLOBBYYYYYY!” “What the fuck even IS that!?” ::whir:: “You're putting that shit up your nose, taking Quaaludes, drinking like a fish…” ::hiss:: “Not to mention the women.” ::click:: “Truth is, nothing’s as addictive as the past.” ::whir:: “But you’re about as sharp as a sack of wet mice!” ::hiss:: “Go away, big pink monster!” “Why don’t you just go home?" ::whir:: "Are you too good for your home?”
The man in the owl mask sits up in his seat and opens the glovebox as the car slows to a crawl. From the angle, we can’t quite see where they are.
::whir:: “As for the brass…” ::hiss:: “I think you should send us the biggest transport plane you have, and take this thing to the Arctic or somewhere and drop it where it will never thaw.” ::whir:: “But regardless…” ::click:: “...we’ve got a job to do, and we’re here to do it!” “THE CRINKLY BOTTOM BOYS!” ::whir:: “are on a long and lonesome road.” ::hiss:: “But all things must come to an end.” ::whir::
Foggy puts the car in park before reaching under his seat to withdraw two pairs of bolt cutters. The man in the owl mask pulls two pairs of pliers from the open glovebox as he opens the car door. The camera shakes and bobs as Bugz? rummages through unseen detritus in the backseat floorboard before a chainsaw rises into view. The camera weaves and spins as Bugz? climbs over the center console and exits the car. Foggy tosses the man in the owl mask bolt cutters as he catches the pliers thrown at him in return. Bugz? keeps the camera pointed mostly at the pavement as he walks around to the back of the car, banging on the trunk as Foggy unlocks it. A massive man in a pig mask is unconscious inside. Foggy leans in and slaps The Great Buta, waking him. The man in the pig mask climbs out before leaning back in and grabbing several battered and dog-eared magazines. Whatever is on the cover has been blurred out. As the three masked men stretch, Bugz? adjusts the angle of the camera and we finally see The Midnight Animals destination: The Lakefront Arena.
The image stutters and warps as the screen descends into static.
::click:: “...and all roads lead to Rome.”
8/6/22 2:00 AM
“Ok, so I’m thinkin’ you take the big pink guy, cause he’s Buta-sized and you held your own that time he got after ya for stealing his little lollipop figure or whatever…”
::click:: “Sakura Kasugano!”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“...”
“...anyway, I’ll take the creepy old guy, and we’ll make them bleed like never before”
::whir:: “One tiny little problem” ::hiss:: “Didn’t you do your homework?” ::whir:: “...the big pink guy…” ::click:: “...that’s not blood.”
“Then what the fuck is it?”
::click:: “I’ll give you a hint… it’s semen!”
There’s a beat as Bugz? stares at Gorn.
“...how in the fuck did you have a clip of me saying ‘the big pink guy’ already queued up?”
The tracking slips, the now-frozen image rolling across the screen. As it stabilizes, we realize the cameraman is sitting in the backseat of an incredibly worn and decrepit mid-century muscle car. Bugz? sits in the passenger seat while Foggy drives. The headlights illuminate a dark, empty road.
They’d be going entirely too fast even if the driver wasn’t wearing a latex chicken mask.
4/30/22 5:04 PM
::click:: "The Crinkly Bottom Boys!" ::whir:: “An 800 pound gorilla…” ::hiss:: “...and Rip Van Winkle…” “VERSUS THE MIDNIGHT ANIMALS!” ::whir:: “Lee Gorn” “AND” “Bugz?” ::click:: “So what’s your plan, then?” ::hiss:: “You choke the chicken-” ::whir:: “Put the bunny back in the box-” ::click:: “You go home heroes?”
Static abruptly fills the screen before an animated clip of a small bedroom appears. A pale young woman kneels in the center of the room, tangled black hair hanging in front of her face. Distorted screaming seems to come from another room before the image is replaced once again by the car’s interior. The time stamp reveals an hour has passed. An owl-masked man in a white suit is now sitting shotgun, legs crossed and hanging out the window with his ankles resting on the side mirror. His head rests on the center console, nearly in the backseat. He lazily bounces his hands to the beat of the music as we see city streets outside. The neon lights do little to illuminate the interior. Foggy leans on his left arm as it rests partially out the window, right hand lazily gripping the wheel. The voiceover continues.
::click:: “Let me tell you what I see…” “...he’s got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes after ya, he doesn’t seem to be livin’ until he bites ya…” “Old green eyes” “...ain’t too pretty, either.” ::hiss:: “Noel Edmunds!” ::whir:: “An ancient creature, drenched in the blood of the innocent. Drifting in space through an endless shifting maze. To such a creature, death would be a gift.” ::click:: “Act your age, old man.” ::hiss:: “Walk away, just walk away.”
The man in the owl mask raises his hand, flipping off the camera. We see the hand Bugz? isn’t using to hold the camera reach out and slap it away. Foggy elbows the man out of the way as he reaches for a can of cola, but the voiceover doesn’t stop.
::click:: “And as for YOU!” “MISTERRRRR BLOBBYYYYYY!” “What the fuck even IS that!?” ::whir:: “You're putting that shit up your nose, taking Quaaludes, drinking like a fish…” ::hiss:: “Not to mention the women.” ::click:: “Truth is, nothing’s as addictive as the past.” ::whir:: “But you’re about as sharp as a sack of wet mice!” ::hiss:: “Go away, big pink monster!” “Why don’t you just go home?" ::whir:: "Are you too good for your home?”
The man in the owl mask sits up in his seat and opens the glovebox as the car slows to a crawl. From the angle, we can’t quite see where they are.
::whir:: “As for the brass…” ::hiss:: “I think you should send us the biggest transport plane you have, and take this thing to the Arctic or somewhere and drop it where it will never thaw.” ::whir:: “But regardless…” ::click:: “...we’ve got a job to do, and we’re here to do it!” “THE CRINKLY BOTTOM BOYS!” ::whir:: “are on a long and lonesome road.” ::hiss:: “But all things must come to an end.” ::whir::
Foggy puts the car in park before reaching under his seat to withdraw two pairs of bolt cutters. The man in the owl mask pulls two pairs of pliers from the open glovebox as he opens the car door. The camera shakes and bobs as Bugz? rummages through unseen detritus in the backseat floorboard before a chainsaw rises into view. The camera weaves and spins as Bugz? climbs over the center console and exits the car. Foggy tosses the man in the owl mask bolt cutters as he catches the pliers thrown at him in return. Bugz? keeps the camera pointed mostly at the pavement as he walks around to the back of the car, banging on the trunk as Foggy unlocks it. A massive man in a pig mask is unconscious inside. Foggy leans in and slaps The Great Buta, waking him. The man in the pig mask climbs out before leaning back in and grabbing several battered and dog-eared magazines. Whatever is on the cover has been blurred out. As the three masked men stretch, Bugz? adjusts the angle of the camera and we finally see The Midnight Animals destination: The Lakefront Arena.
The image stutters and warps as the screen descends into static.
::click:: “...and all roads lead to Rome.”