A Band of Unlikely Friends

This forum RP is based off of the forum thread "Your characters as real people?", the link is as-follows.

LINK

http://blueskooma.enjin.com/forum/m/22417574/viewthread/22008117-your-characters-as-real-people/post/last#last

Anyone can join, as soon as they post their character on the aforementioned thread.

-TheMulletWhisperer, greatest man to ever roam the earth

This RP is set in Hawaii, at the Oauhu Retreat. A band of internet/real life friends have all won an unlikely sweepstakes to the island resort. Things happen yo. Make things happen.

Mark thanks the Cab driver,, paying along with giving him a generous tip. Grabbing two large dog crates with his pets putting them on one of the hotel carts along with grabbing his bags and suit cases out of the trunk making his way into the hotel lobby checking into his room settling in and releasing his two dogs from there crate, attaching a leash to there harness walking back into the lobby sending a group text "Where are you guys?"

Natalya shuffles up to the glass double-doors to the hotel lobby, setting one of her suitcases down and reaching out to pull the door open. That's when her phone chimed, signalling a text message. It gave her a start, one of the bags nearly falling off of her shoulder.

She gives a small sigh and pulls the device out of the back pocket of her jeans. Message from Mark. She slides the lock on her phone open and gives a quick glance to the newly-received text. She would respond later.

The Russian woman pulled the door open after grabbing her suitcase up off of the ground. She strides nervously up to the front desk and checks in as quickly as possible, nearly falling back into Russian a few times as she spoke with the attendant.

Once she was all checked in, she turned back and looked around the lobby, not yet spotting Mark.

Absent-mindlessly pet his dogs, eyes glancing up every now and then, looking up fully upon spotting Natalya. He would look to his phone at the contact photo he had for her and back up to the real her, repeating looking between the two a couple times before getting up walking towards her. "Is that who I think it is?!" he shouted from across the lobby in his thick Irish accent.

Baasu strode into the building. He wore a nice dark green fleece with some loose-fit jeans, his usual religious grey turban, steel-toed army boots, and his glasses for reading. In his hand he held a normal black suitcase, packed with the usual items for a vacation-like place, he made his way next to the counter, checking himself in. The small holster of his trusty revolver would be showing just barely, along with the bowie-knife holster next to it. After getting all set, he stood looking around lobby, scratching at his whiskery chin, waiting to see more faces just to feel a little more comfortable and less awkward.

Poor Natalya was once again given a start when Mark shouted to her. She jumped again, stumbling before spinning to face the Irishman. She hoists the bag up on her shoulder, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.
"Oh! M--Mark! Is...uh...is that you?!" She speaks back, not nearly as loudly as he had, her light, Russian accent rolling off her tongue.

Mark would smile a bit, dressed as he normally would wearing his leather vest, a form fitting black t-shirt along with dark blue jeans and his biker boots, his thick black hair simply being worn down. His two dogs staying surprising quite and well behaved. "What other pale Irishman are you gonna find here in Hawaii?" he said glancing up spotting at what he think is Baasu "Hey " he spoke lowering his voice a bit "Is that Baasu?"

Waved, perking up a bit, "Namaste, my friend. You are Mark, correct? And you," he tried pronouncing her name through his thick accent, "Natalian... Natu... Natalya?"

She opened her mouth to respond to Mark's question, though she was quickly cut off by the Indian man. She began chewing on her lower lip, caught between two people who apparently loved to socialize. She couldn't help but chuckle at Baasu's butchering of her name. She nods once he finally gets it right.

"D-Da. Er...uhm...yes. That is pravil...correct." She cuts herself off every time she begins slipping back to Russian, obviously still trying to master the English language.

Nods "Aye i'm Mark." smile only widens a bit hearing his friend butcher Natalya's name. Only to fade a bit seeing her reaction. "It's great to finally meet all of you in person. honestly though i'd never see the day."

Laughed, "Ah... yes. I thought it was all a big scam at first, and it is good to see it is not. Well, my friends, what shall we be doing today?" he clapped his hands together with a large smile.

Natalya rubs her shoulder, taking a couple of steps back from being in-between the two men who towered over her, she herself standing at Baasu's elbow height.

"Well, we--we, should, uh, wait for Els-Elsabeth. I hope to meet someone as...korotkaya as I am." She scratches her neck, unaware that she had spoken in Russian.

Nodded his head, "Alright, alright. Yes, Elsabeth. We shall wait for her, and then find out something more... entertaining to do than stand around."

Blinks thinking "Aye...what Natty here said. Perhaps we can go relax in one of our rooms? I hear there's a restaurant here in the hotel maybe grab a bite while we wait?"

Natalya shuffles back a bit more, away from the both of them, letting them decide on their own. As she was extremely indecisive, it would only cause her more stress to have a decision pushed upon her.

Smiled, "Ah... Yes, we could go eat somewhere, I have not had much to eat since my flight here." Baasu set down his suitcase, which had a small combination lock built into it. "What would our means of transportation be?"

Stepped out of a small black car. Lacey was dressed in a long dark red dress with matching heels as she strode through the door, she glanced around at everyone else. Her eyes drifted from each and every person as she checked in to the hotel. "Well? Is no-one going to say anything then?!" She exclaimed

Mark would look down at his Husky and Shepherd, both still sitting quietly merely looking around at people as they passed with here tongues hanging out. "Well, I suppose we could eat here or maybe get a cab? Maybe we should go ren-" he would stop mid-sentence seeing Lacey. "You walking a runway or going on vacation?" he said being the typical smart ass he was.

Rolled her eyes, she places her luggage down "Vacation. In which I like to dress for the occasion" She took the key-card in hand "Depends"

Her phone buzzed a few times, though the sound was fairly muffled as it laid on top of a bed, next to a pillow. It buzzed a few more times and Elsabeth stirred. She only woke up when it fell to the floor, suddenly shooting up into a sitting position. She leaned down and grabbed her phone and read it quickly, catching every other word through her drowsiness.

Her eyes widened as the words registered. "Gah, Christ! That was more of a nap than I had hoped..." She half ran out of bed and ran past the mirror, only to run back to the mirror and smooth out the wrinkles in her shirt and shorts, then ran back to her original destination to grab her purse and slip on her shoes. She nearly ran past the mirror again but stopped, fixing her hair quickly and making sure all was in place.

She'd already checked into her room, having arrived earlier than the others. She got to the door before turning back and snatching her key card off the table and pocketing it, then grabbing her phone off the floor, shaking her head at herself.

Elsy hurried to the elevator and finally arrived at the lobby. She looked around awkwardly before her gaze fell to an eclectic looking group. She took a few hesitant steps in their direction, deciding to remain quiet as not to disturb their conversation, wearing a soft smile. She wondered if she'd even be noticed with how tiny she was compared to the others.

Natalya's attention was torn when Lacey arrived, eying her up-and-down for a moment before her gaze flicked away, catching Elsabeth's movements in the corner of her eye. She adjusts the bag on her shoulder, shifting the luggage that she was overloaded with. The Russian gives a timid smile and a wave to the other short one, glad that someone finally wasn't towering over her.

She wiggled her fingers in a small wave with a warm smile and waited patiently as not to take attention away from Lacey.

She picked up her luggage "Well, if you all are done drooling over me. I will be in my room" She walks over to elevator and presses the second to highest number "Do not get any idea's boys" She giggled.

Chuckles , shifting his weight to his other foot. "Depends? On what exactly?" he would look suddenly feeling his Huskies tail ((Loki)) wag, with each swipe smacking against his leg,he would follow Loki's gaze looking to Elisabeth "Now when the hell did you get here?" he said in a friendly joking tone.

Raises a brow at Lacey remarks muttering "Someones still cocky as ever I see."

Natalya, instinctively, began gravitating towards the other short one, despite the tenacity with which she moved, she was by Elsabeth's side quite quickly. She looks up at the others, indeed having to look up to them, unfortunately.

Stood there at the elevator waiting for it to get down "It depends if I am feeling stuck up or not" She said with laugh. "I've got a burning desire for you...." She sung in a low tone.

"Sorry, I do that sometimes. It's easy when you're so small." She let out a little giggle then looked up to the rest of them. "Now, let me see if my memory isn't tossing awful." She looked to the lady by the elevator, "That must be Lacey." Her eyes flicked back to the group, starting first with the Russian who seemed to gravitate towards her, "You must be Natalya. And then we have Mark-" she nodded towards the smartass Irishman, "-and of course Bahsew... Baasu? You'll have to forgive me, I'm terrible with names." She smiled apologetically.

Lets out a small light sigh. Looking down at the two smaller women, still smiling a bit "Aye that's my name. It's great too finally see you in person!"

Tapped her foot, still waiting for the elevator "Correct" She started to hum a tune then started to sing in a low tone "Rhiannon ring's like a bell through the night......"

Would run his hands through his long hair, once again shifting his weight to his other foot. "Me and Baasu here where talkin' about what we all should all do, any ideas?" he said looking tot he group, throwing a couple glances to Lacey curious of everyone's response.

Glanced over her shoulder "Why is everyone staring at me?"

Kim walked into the resort with her younger brother, Ned by her side. She was short in stature, wearing a green sundress and a wide brimmed sun hat with a green bond that hid her short red hair. The low cut of her dress exposed her shoulders and upper chest displaying a multitude of freckles. Kim was an overweight woman of around twenty-seven. At one point in her life she was considered extremely stunning, but after three children and a reckless life, she had aged well beyond her years.

She looked at a small group of people gathering in the lobby. "That must be them" she told Ned, speaking in her Cockney English accent.

Her brother Ned looked up to Kim and smirked, with the same accent "You know Kim, you really shouldn't have posted that old picture of you...It probably gave them a false impression."

Ned was nineteen years of age, and shorter than the fairly short Kim. His hair was cut short and his face almost seemed too small for his head. He was extremely intelligent but equally shy. He wore a T-shirt and khaki shorts.

"Edward" she said to Ned "If these people are who I think they are, they won't care that I've put on a few stones"

"We'll see about that," Ned replied

"Yes, dear...we will see"

The two approached the group of internet friends.

"Hello" Kim said with a smile "I'm Kim and this is my brother, Ned"...

Natalya gives a bit of a nod to Elsabeth, the same, nervous smile still on her face. "H-hello, it is g--good to meet you, Elsabeth." Her half-focused attention flicks from Mark, to Baasu, to Lacey, and then, finally, to the new arrival, Kim. She couldn't help but lift a bit of a brow, recognizing the woman, though a bit surprised at the new weight. She shook the thought out of her head again and went back to scanning the room. "God...so mnogiye people..." She spoke to herself, though it was loud enough for the others to hear.

Deciding she was opposed to sticking around with people, she backed up to the elevator where Lacey was waiting. "I-I think I will go p--put my meshk...bags up in my room." She spoke louder than she'd spoken yet since she'd arrived in the hotel.

Scratched his long black hair under his turban, looking at Mark, "You know... I personally think we should all go to a bar, maybe to get some of this... overwhelming excitement out of us..." He let out a quick chuckle.

Ethan walked in looking around curiously, with a silver-colored backpack and a basic dufflebag. Ethan was wearing a basic black, Nike hoodie, dark brown boots and jeans. He glanced at the group, hearing Baasu's comment about the bar, "Ah, I already like you, Baasu." He grinned and he checked in with the Hotel staff.

Couldn't help but laugh a bit at Baasu's idea "Oh? You wan't to take a Irishman to a bar?" his attention turned to the small Kimmy and Ned, her different appearance catching him off guard a bit. "Ah so there's the lovely looking duo, must say much smaller in person." his attention turned back to Baasu. "If we go to the bar just let me go put Fritz and Loki back in my room."

The two dogs tails would tart to wag with the overwhelming excitement of the new people surrounding them both.

Having somewhat withdrawn, simply staring down at her suitcase while she waited, the ding of the elevator as it opened almost gave Natalya a heart-attack, as evidenced by the fact that she nearly flung the duffel bag that was slung over her shoulder straight into the empty elevator. She took a couple of breaths to calm herself before stepping in, waiting for anyone else that was going to enter. She held her arm out so the doors didn't close, though she'd quickly withdraw and go upstairs herself it if nobody else entered.

Kim smiled at Mark and extended her hand to him in greeting. "You have to be Mark," she said with an English accent. "I must admit, you look much different than I imagined." As her face turned red she sent her attention to Mark's two dogs. She wrapped both arms around their collars and stroke them on their backs. "I love your dogs, Mark..what kind are they?"

Ned shook his head at Kim while sighing. "Kimmy, we haven't been here five minutes and you're already flirting with the first guy you meet".

He shrugged, not minding being ignored. He was always more of a quiet person anyway. He stood silently leaning against a wall checking something on his phone.

Lets out another hearty laugh at Ned's comment shaking his head gently "If that's flirting then it's mild compared to American women in New Orleans." he would look down at the Siberian Husky and German Shepherded now shoving the snouts in Kim's face bathing her in affection. "Ah, these young handsome pups are Loki" he said nodding to the Husky " And Fritz" he said nodding to the Shepherd. "Adopted them from shelter when they where just puppies."

He would look back to Ethan on the wall, still sporting his smile "You must be Ethan right?"

He glanced up, "Indeed it is, you are ah, Mark, yes?" He offered a hand to the taller man.

Extends his hands giving a firm stiff handshake. "Aye, the one and only, pleasure to finally meet you person.."

He nodded, "You aswell." He glanced around, "Is everyone here?" He spoke quietly to himself as he glanced at everyone there.

Natalya gives a small, dismayed sigh, withdrawing her arm and stepping backwards into the center of the elevator, the steel doors beginning to slide closed.

Quickly rushed inside the elevator, waiting for the others to cram in.

He followed Bassu inside, holding his dufflebag and a backpack on his back.

She looked around with a warm smile. "Perfect, seems that everyone's here. It's good to finally meet all of you. I do think a few may be joining us here and there, though of course we can always send out a text as to where we're hanging if they're looking for us."

She stepped up to the elevator and looked a little nervous as people piled in. "I... think I might wait down here." She barely managed to get the sentence out before the elevator doors slammed shut. Elsy walked back over to the lobby and took a seat in one of the armchairs, watching to see who else of their group may come in. She took out her phone and sent a text to the group.

I'll be waiting in the lobby til everyone's done, just in case some others wander in. We can go out to eat (or drink) once you're all settled in.

Mark would look around as his friends pile dint he elevator, letting our a shrug "Ah, i'm going to go put these back in my room really quick and get my wallet." he said giving a light to jerk to Loki and Fritz for them to follow him, walking tot he stares instead of the elevator....seeming it ignore the fact his room was on the top floor.

Natalya, despite having stood brazenly in the center of the elevator, had shrunk back into the corner as soon as people began piling in, the smaller compartment filled up by the taller bodies. Was...that an elbow in her face? She sighed quietly, almost inaudibly and tried to squeeze past Mark, who'd evidently ended up directly in front of her, in order to hit one of the buttons, cursing under her breath in Russian the whole way.

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The purr of a 1969 black Chevy Impala veered into parking lot blaring ZZ Top's Sharped Dressed Man. Readran stepped out of the car with a navy three piece suit complete with a sliver shirt and golden tie. His black hair cut short and combed back. His eyes layered behind black pilot shades. Getting out of the car he twirls the key around his finger before letting it catch his open palm.

He tightens his cuffs and begins walking toward the door to the resort. His walk loud but light almost commanding. He enters the resort and smirks. He takes off his shades and folds them into his jacket pocket. He says in a excited tone. "Is this where the party at?"

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