The Tale and Times Of Bob:Phase 1: Re-Starts and ends

[OceanAngel]

This is a story I'm continuing from my favorite thread ever in the Rec' Room http://www.christianforums.com/t71514-the-tales-and-times-of-bob.html&page=8#post18129659

I'll work on characters and tighten things up tomorrow.

 

[OceanAngel]

-Prologue 1 begins-

A lonely castle( can castles ver be anything else, its not like they have coffee morninigs or discuss the weather?) stands in the middle of large field, its the usual castle deal, 4 towers and a big gate,its been well looked after and still has most of its orignal bricks.

A man walks the corriders, hes quite similar to those old line drawings of Sherlocks Homes that populated the popular press all those years, hes simlar in the respect hes black and white and 2D, which while it gets on Oprah and the odd part in the local Am Dram play, its actually useless really.

A stereotypical butler butles upto the man and speaks.
'Laird, the Lady will be here soon.'

The man looks deeply at the Butler and replies.

'Stereotypical. Can you feel it?'

'Feel what sir?' Inquired a puzzled Stereotypical.

'Its begining..............'

'What is?'

'I'm sorry I can't tell you as this Prologue about to end........................'

-Prologue 1 end-

 

[OceanAngel]

oh Comments/Ideas/Crits/Love/Happiness/Purpleness/Chocolate are all welcome.

 

[OceanAngel]

-Prologue 2 begins-

A Diner on a dimly light street.

A brown haired man dressed in dirty brown trench coat and clothes that should have been washed rather than worn orders his tenth coffee of the evening and leans back in his corner booth.

'How long ya gonna be 'ere fer?' inquired a sharp voice.

The Man looked towards the voice and saw skinny looking waitress, her face was old and tired and her body was young.

'As long as I need.' He replied curtly.

'You can't sit there all night and just drink coffee, its not normal.' came the reply

'Where does it say that?' came his reply

'There.'

She pointed to a sign above the The Man's booth which read: No One Can Sit Here And Drink Coffee All Night,Its Not Normal.

'Oh.' Came the defeated reply.

'I'll have Spam and Eggs.' he ordered.

'Of course, would you like sp.' The Man Interrupped her with

'We haven't time for referances.'

'Oh, okay' and with that she walked off towards the kitchen.

The Man checked his watch and picked up a nearby paper and started reading.

-Prologue 2 ends-

 

[OceanAngel]

Somewhere in a office somewhere.

Bob turns to Arty and says

'I wonder when these things will end?'

'I wonder if Arty my name now as no one can it right.' Artty said with a smile at forthcoming mis-typing of his name.

 

[OceanAngel]

Character Profile #1: Bob Bater

Skills: Master's degrees in any subject you can name, A travelled man who has seen and saved the world several times,An ex SAS officer, A highly trained ninja, possibly the second most dangerous man in the world and the real brains behind MS-DOS

Psych Eval: Complusive Liar (see above)

Known associates: Artemis, A 3 foot tall troll whos lack of intelligence is made for by the lack of his personal hygene. Areila; The possible love of Bob's life.

Personal Info: If you imagine a cross between Indiana Jones,James Bond,Father Ted, John Constaine, Fox Mulder,Jean Grey,Hal Jordan and Han Solo, you've got one heck of an imagintion and really should be writing your own stories rather than reading this dribble.

Bob is best described as a cynical put upon agent of The Agency who's usually given the jobs that no one else can bothered to do.

He works directly under the orders of slightly insane Sir because he picked the short straw at last years christmas party during a drinking game or at least thats how he chooses to remember it.

He likes to think he looks like Harrison Ford, but that only works if Harrison Ford's 5'8, unshaved with a shock of big red hair which is starting to go grey.

His cover story is that he works at company who produces useless household gadgets that you just can't live without.

 

[OceanAngel]

-Back in that office-

'When are they gonna get to us?' moaned Bob

'Appen it'll be when th' prologues are over, lad' Replied Sir looking for a ferret.

'Wha? Where are you from?' inquired a perplexed Bob.

'Shhh.......Theres another one about to begin......' informed Arty.

 

[OceanAngel]

-Prolgue 3 begins-

Hungarian:

An 18th century monastery, its a large collection of buildings that encompass a mill and distillary.

The gardens are large and well tended, its the gardens that we concerned with as two men, one dressed in monk robes and the other in sharp business suit wander slowly through them

'We can 'ave the plants ready by sunday.' The monk spoke slowly and with a strong yorkshire accent, hes an old man and walks like talks.

'Yes, that should give my men time to be ready Father.' The man in the suit replies.

'What about your superiors, do they suspect?'

'That old fool and his followers!!' The suit spits. 'They couldn't see a bus coming at 10 paces.'

'Good, good, not all of my breth.......'

'I care about the other monks as much as you do, so don't try anything, Old man.' he interrupted.

'Hummrph. Appen we better 'urry up.'

They moved slighty faster for a few minutes until the Monk got out of breath at which point they slowed down.

-Prologue 3 ends-

 

[OceanAngel]

A large office, it contains the usual office itmes, desk, chairs, sofa, filling cabinets,cuddly toy and workstation.

upon the sofa lounges a shabbly dressed man, hes wearing a blue suit that was fashionable once in the sixities for a minute at least, hes currently flicking thru a copy of Cosmo, trying not to look interested.

Stood next to him is a troll who currently chewing upon a pipe.

The man yawns and looks longily at a smartly dressed young lady whos currently filing her nails in boredom.

'Whens he going to get here?' inquired the shabbily dressed man.

'He said he had some details to sort out regarding our mission, Bob. Y'know how long it takes him to do anything, hes possibly been distracted by a candy bar machine again.' The young lady replied in tired voice.

'Well, I'm getting bored just laid here reading stupid magazines about how to please my man and dress for success on a tight budget.' Bob smirked and turned the page.

'Do you have a pen? I need one for this questionaire.' Bob asked.

The lady was about to speak when the doors opened and a portly middle aged man with a greying hair and cheap stick on beard entered munching on Mars bar with a bundle of papers under his arm.

'About time.' Said the Troll spitting out the pipe.

The Portly Man passed the troll a nasty look which the Troll passed back and he went to desk and took a seat and let out a long and deep sigh then started to read the papers.

A few minutes pass in silence.

'WELLL,SIR?' Shouted Bob.

'Oh, yes, of course.' Sir said stroking on his stick-on beard which was starting to come away at edges. 'Your Missions, of course.'

'Missions?' Inquired the Lady.

'Yes, Ariela, you've been re-assigned to weapons tech, the last science officer just blew herself up and we need a replacement.'

'Isn't that dangerous, I have a chance of being blown up, the last 4.5 officers all have, I'm not sure about the risk....'

'Its either that or go on a mission with Bob and Artimus.'

'Did you say Chief Science Officer?'

'No, but as you're the only one, no one will mind you calling yourself that.'

'Chief Drop Dead Gorgeous and Totaly Excellent Science Officer?'

'Don't take it too far.'

'Oh, okay.' came the dejected reply.

'Hey, I dislike what your inferring here, we're not that useless,I'll have you know I'm dangerous and highly skilled.' Interruped an annoyed Bob who was more afraid of being left alone with Atimus than not having Ariela.

'Bob, We're useless, you're only a danger to yourself and burping songs doesn't make you highly skilled.' Informed Artimus.

'You said you liked my Burp Songs.' muttered Bob.

'Yes.......Yes....You're all highly important to me, now heres your mission Bob.' said Sir while passing Bob a folder.

Bob opened the folder and read the papers within.

He was quiet for a minute as his brow furrled deep in thought, then he asked an important question.

'Is there a beach in Hungry? I wanna top up my tan.'