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Post by Phantom on Jan 26, 2012 0:53:15 GMT -5
Who's who:
Phantom - Hiccup
ShadePrincess - Rex
Mo - Lars, Leonard
Kixtexa - JD, Charles Xavier
Partner/Angel - Angel
Namacub95 - Dotty
Sapphire - Pepper
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Aside from the low murmur of the gathered individuals, things were relatively quiet in the auditorium. It was probably because it was such a small group they were dealing with. Whatever the case, the one who had organized the meeting was glad that people had shown up at all. He had almost been afraid that he was the only one suffering at that time. But knowing he wasn't made him feel much more confident in regards to his point of view on the issue. It meant that he would have support. That, of course, was always a good thing.
Well, this is it Hiccup. Show time.
The steady sounds of one footstep followed by a dull thunk against the wooden floor should have aroused the attention of the remaining individuals. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III was making his way toward the stage with a clipboard tucked under his arm. Once he had gotten to his place behind the podium, Hiccup set his clipboard down and cleared his throat a little. He gazed out at his little audience, offering a little wave to greet them, and let his hands rest against the podium. It was time to start.
"Hello, everyone. I would like to officially welcome you all to the first meeting of Punchbags United." Hiccup said. So far, so good. The microphone he was using hadn't decided to screech at him, which made the young Viking boy happy. "Now, does everyone know exactly why it is that we have gathered here today?" Hiccup asked. He wanted to get that much out of the way before diving right in to his ideas for the agenda. It was important, obviously, to know if his little gathering knew just what they were in for.
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Post by Mo on Jan 26, 2012 18:31:35 GMT -5
"The fact that these freaking sadistic writers beyond the fourth wall love to torture us to no apparent end?" came the deadpan reply by one Leonard Hofstadter. Short glasses-clad man wore a rather unpleashant scowl at the thought. He hated being played around like some sort of chew toy, it was just degrading, not to mention painful whenever "drama" and "angst" came into the picture. He had every reason to believe that one of the many fanfiction writers could have been writing for him at that very moment, waiting for the eprfect moment to have SOMEthing humiliatingly painful happen to him.
Lars simply nodded his head quickly in agreement with Dr. Hofstadter. That website, what was it called, that stupid DWOW. It never seemed to end on there. Hopefully he coudl get some sort of break from that horrible angst-filled melting ot of sadism and misery.
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Post by Kitexa on Jan 26, 2012 19:17:28 GMT -5
"Oh oh!" Another voice chimed in, hand accompanying it shooting straight up in the air. Said hand belonged to a young man dressed in scrubs, matching the color of his eyes, which gleamed bright blue despite the darkened environment. "and because we're all going to join together and rise up against the masses???" His chipper tone rang out against the dimmed atmosphere and he flushed, but kept his hand up, determined to be a part of the group.
Beside this man--this "John Dorian"--as he was apparently called, another young man rolled his eyes, lips a thin bitter line. The doctor's bloody attitude was annoying, childish, and had he not been victimized like the rest of them, Charles would've given him a good jab in the ribs. Of course, there WAS the slight factor of this JD character's experiencing death by his own hand; if his disjointed mindset had anything to say for him, Charles guessed this man had't been quite right ever since.
Not that he had much sympathy to offer, having experienced just about every type of physical, emotional and sexual abuse save for death itself....the young telepath had become a hardened, paranoid and very very bitter man.
" I think I speak for everyone here" --and he did; their thoughts were easy game for one who could read minds-- " when I say we'd all like this horrendous torture to cease."
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Post by Phantom on Jan 26, 2012 19:37:48 GMT -5
"Yes! That is exactly why we are here. To finally put an end to all of this needless torture." Hiccup replied in answer to JD and Leonard. He had had his fair share of torture. His player, the girl behind the fourth wall, was taking great pleasure in having him end up in a fight he couldn't win in another universe. Hiccup would have gone into detail about what had happened, but no one wanted to hear that. They wanted to get down to business. "It has come to my attention that these people behind the fourth wall take great pleasure in making our lives as miserable as humanly possible. Emotionally, physically, messing with our minds... they've done it all. I, for one, don't want to stand for it anymore." he said.
"We are, as they like to refer to us, 'punchbags'. They think that just because we're in their control that they can do whatever they want to us. Well, I don't think that's right. I'm pretty sure that's how a lot of us feel right now. So... what are we going to do about it?" he asked. The question, of course, was going to be answered by himself. "We're going to make sure they know how it feels. We are going to rise up against the people behind the fourth wall and make them understand our pain! We will not stand for this any longer!" Hiccup exclaimed.
He had briefly raised one arm into the air, balling his hand into a fist, in an attempt to pump up the little group. But his enthusiasm seemed to drop a little after a moment as a sort of uncertain look came across his face. "The problem is... I have no idea how we're going to go about it just yet. But that's why we're here. We're going to figure this out!" he exclaimed.
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Post by Sapphire on Jan 26, 2012 20:49:00 GMT -5
"We could prank them!" the little pup said, wagging her tail. She thought she was a lucky one. The girl behind the wall gave the pup her personality. That was until she made her love life a living hell. Constantly making her alone, and then with someone until she though Hey! I'd be more fun to break the relationship and make your life miserable.
Not anymore.
But the pup remained cheerful and looked on the bright side. At least she had sort of a happy ending. And a good childhood with lots of friends. Some of the other characters didn't end up with a happy ending. "Or we could do something as nasty." she suggested.
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Post by Angel on Jan 27, 2012 2:50:37 GMT -5
Something like this, Angel decided, was way overdue. Having come straight from the newest roleplay she'd been dragged into against her will, the pomeranian was still clad in her Slytherin uniform - although with her tie now loosened some - as she leant against the far wall, somewhat-distrustful gaze scanning her fellow 'punchbags' before her attention returned to Hiccup. A mixed bunch they were, certainly; one or two of them, Angel even recognised from catching glimpses of them at other roleplays, but couldn't claim to known them personally.
"I agree," she finally spoke up, backing Pepper's latter statement. "We need to make them regret how they've made us suffer, as painfully as possible." She, for one, had been beaten almost to death twice, lost various other body parts - including an eye for one particularly brutal roleplay that had never got anywhere in the end - had her emotions and her love live torn to pieces, broken into a cold-blooded killer, turned human, been paired with more males than she could count, and even been forced to have Buster's pups; and she suspected that she wasn't even the most abused here. It wasn't just her, either; poor Annette had been just as victimised by the guy behind her own torture, just hadn't been able to make the meeting.
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Post by Namacub95 on Jan 27, 2012 3:17:07 GMT -5
"You said it."
A grey-furred lioness replied. Dotty had yet to be dragged into yet another roleplay where she was made to look like a silly little baby who could barely take care of herself. She was an Outsider. She was tough and this 'DWoW' or whatever it was called was an insult. Just the thought made the lioness want to claw the eyes out of those sadistic people's heads.
"I say we find out where these people are and make them regret the day they were born." her amber eyes went to Hiccup "What these people are doing is degrading and an insult to us all! We've gotta make them pay or they'll never stop."
Dotty glanced at Angel, she was being tortured on the same sites she. Sympathy went out to the blonde pup. She knew the kind of torture that she was going through.
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Post by Phantom on Jan 27, 2012 19:57:17 GMT -5
"I don't think pranking them will be enough." Hiccup said. He let a chuckle pass his lips at the idea, though. Pranking the people behind the fourth wall would have been funny. But they needed to do something drastic. Something to really make the people that had played them understand the torture they had been forced to endure. He brought one hand to his chin and paced a bit behind the podium as he thought. What could they do to really make these people understand what it was like to be punchbags?
"We need to do something really drastic. Something that will really make these guys understand what it is we've had to put up with." Hiccup said. But what? What would make their players see the pain and suffering they'd been through? "...What if we could play as the people that play as us?" Hiccup asked at last.
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Post by Patchy on Jan 27, 2012 23:43:57 GMT -5
"You actually think that would work." a hispanic teenage boy looked up at the red headed boy. "I mean, what good would that do, they couldn't possibly make our lives any worse." Rex smirked. "So, playing as them might encourage them to torture us more."
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Post by Angel on Jan 28, 2012 3:41:48 GMT -5
Eyebrow raised. "You have some way to actually cause that?" the pomeranian asked skeptically. Their tormenters were practically a dimesion apart from them, and Angel was fairly certain that the means that allowed them to torture her and the others through the fourth wall only worked one-way. The blonde canine scratched at her neck thoughtfully with her hind paw. "I don't see how that could actually happen." Even as she spoke, the pomeranian's mind was already working as an interesting idea occured to her.
"If we found the way they controlled us like this," she stated thoughtfully, "maybe we could sabotage it so however they make us suffer next happens to themselves." Her and Annette's tormentor, she was sure, would soon give up if next time he wrote her losing a body part, he lost his instead. It would also be immensely more satisfying, Angel thought, than simple role reversal, since their oppressors would be causing their own harm... if only she knew whether this was something achievable or not.
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Post by Mo on Jan 28, 2012 12:35:38 GMT -5
"Now that's not a crazy idea," Leonard agreed with Angel. "But the question is how in hell that's even going to work. This stupid fourth wall is always in the way, even if it is possible to break it we can't really go much further than that." Despite the fact that he indeed had a PhD in experimental physics, he was still admittedly a fictional character. There was still plenty of things he didn't know, violating the fourth wall for revenge being one of them. And being in a lasting relationship. But now wasn't the time to lament about his several past relationships.
"Protesting is doing us no good," Lars piped up in his accented voice and straightening up. "Since I doubt any of these crazy people controlling us like little puppets are listening. Well, maybe they are, but I doubt highly that they will actually act upon our request."
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Post by Angel on Feb 22, 2012 13:45:38 GMT -5
(Reviving, if no-one minds?)
Since only a silence which felt as though it lasted almost a month followed Lars' statement, Angel decided it was high time she spoke up again. "Well, we need to do something. I only just heard that my tormentor has plans for me to lose an eye next, and I'd just as soon avoid that happening. If we're going to act against them, then we have to do it as soon as possible." She glanced around at her fellow punchbags, eyeing each of them in turn. Another dog, a lioness, and all the rest seemed to be humans.
"Surely someone can come up with a way to stop all this?"
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