[ENboards Boston Feng Shui Game] Six in the Chamber II: HONG KONG BLOODBATH -UPDATED!

[Mathew_Freeman]

*Hearing the quiet scribbling of Horacio on one side, the paint freezing stare of the woman at the front and the muttering from all around, Tallarn decides it isn't worth trying his luck just now...so he picks a card a random from his deck. "Hmmmm. Ace of Spades. Not a good sign." He replaces the cards in his pockets, and waits for the film to continue...*

 

[Sniktch]

"Gaaah! Man-thingsss isss too noisssy! Die-die!!"

Sniktch grabs a handful of poisoned needle shuriken from his belt and flings them in random directions throughout the theatre. Several patrons are pierced by the tiny slivers and go into instant convulsions from the deadly black lotus warpvenom, soon collapsing to the floor, their vital organs reduced to slush. The theatre quiets somewhat and Sniktch goes back to watching the film attentively, wrapped protectively within his cloak again.

"Tallarn, passs popcorn pleassse. Thisss ssstarting to get really good."

 

[Mathew_Freeman]

"Tallarn, passs popcorn pleassse. Thisss ssstarting to get really good."

*Tallarn passes the popcorn quickly and quietly, then gets up and moves several seats away to avoid the inevitable reprisals. He draws another card as he waits. "Ah, Six of Diamonds. Much more like it." Holding the card is his hand, he turns his attention back to the film.*

 

[Horacio]

"Gaaah! Man-thingsss isss too noisssy! Die-die!!"

Horacio hears the high pitched voice and with lighting speed, search in his backpack and takes out a ping pong racket, that he uses with inhuman dextery to deflect three incoming poisoned needle surikens. The deflected surikens finish hitting the big undead horse.

Well, he is already dead, a bit of poison can't bother him...

Horacio turns back to watch the movie

 

[Sammael99]

Re: Re: Re: Re

Horacio takes the gun from his backpack and point to the French guy

Shhhhh! We are trying to watch a movie!

OOC: Joking only, I love comments, but you could try to make them in character, to preserve the eerie feeling of this live story hour inside a story hour

"Well, you know us, we're trying to unite into diversity. Talk about an easy conundrum" quotes Ben, sitting at the back and reading the Financial Times, waiting for the action on screen to pick up again...

 

[Larry Fitz]

Larry Fitz looks at the envenomed throwing star sticking into the frame of his new glasses, sighs and puts them away, he turns to look past Pee-wee's corpse at the inocuous young couple that had been making out in the back row. The boy had caught one of the tiny prpjectiles on the back of his hand, perhaps it would have even saved thegirl's life as his hand was covering a significant portion of her chest, but unfortunately she also took one to the ear.

LarryFitz
Looks at his girlfriend, the starlet who is in the upcoming "Godlike" movie and whispers:
The rat thing just started a death count in the theatre.

RogueAngel
Whispers while watching the screen:
Started? I wouldn't say started, the european looking guy with the ping pong paddle is holding your tracelss 1911, which fired the shots that killed the concession kid.... and you did snuff Pee-wee...


LarryFitz
Whispers:
Oh... right.... oooo! here comes the part with the interrogation!

RogueAngel
Whispers while watching the screen:
Hey, no spoilers....

 

[Jeremy]

*having been sitting on the other side of Tallarn, Jeremy is safe for the initial volley, but now he is entirely too close to the noisy black sphere and as the kung fu usher is still smoking his cigarette, he feels his section is about to get messy, he stands up and walks away from the poison rat out into the aisle, down a couple rows, and takes a seat on the end*

"Is this seat taken?"

 

[barsoomcore]

Still perched atop some nameless theatre patron's seatback, Barsoomcore absentmindedly deflects two poison needles with his sword, sending both ricocheting off light fixtures to strike the assassin gnomes lurking by the fire exit.

The dying convulsions of the gnomes attracts his attention and he frowns for a second, then rushes to the source of the shuriken, the inky blackness two rows back. He raises his sword and then pauses, sniffing.

Hey, is that REAL butter on that popcorn? Share?

Barsoomcore sits down next to Sniktch, awaiting the next rush of action on the screen.

 

[Dawn]

While searching for the box of Snowcaps that appears to have wandered out of her pack on the floor, Dawn hears a lot of commotion. Sitting back up she sees the make-out couple in the back melting. “Ah, poison needles.” She plucks one out of the back of the seat that would have caught her right between her perfectly shaped.……..
Um, suffice to say that it would have hurt.
She takes a quick drink and settles back to continue watching the movie.

 

[Dougal DeKree]

Two guys in the last row, who look obviously bavarian due to their leather trousers and hats adorned with Goatbeards, cheer at Chef Tsos last drink, raising their "Maß" filled with german beer in their right hands, emptying them by half. Less obviously they put away their shining Heckler&Koch MP5 in their lefts... cheering to each other loudly and shouting:

"Oins, Zwoi, Gsuffa!"

"Nice movie, eh darklone?" says the stout one of the duo.