Oh. oh... It's done. Fred Stevenson opened his eyes to the bright light that was emanating from his hospital rooms window. "Perfect" he thought. "My 3rd heart transplant was a success." A nurse came in and started checking the machines next to him to make sure everything was ok. She noticed he had awoken and smiled. "Hello Fred. How are you feeling?" she asked with a chirp. "Oh hello again nurse" He replied as he sighed. "Ever since my exploding appendix incident, surgery is getting easier." She smiled a half smile back at him. "oh please don't feel too bad about that. You will remember that the court said the doctor was, 'accidentally', injected with the cocaine and didnt know you were not his kidney stone patient. If I remember correctly..." She looked up a bit in thought. "They paid you at least 50,000 dollars for that. That's good money for one kidney." She smiled again. Fred sighed. He had all of his money stolen from him by japanese hackers since his last hospital visit to amputate another toe. I guess she didn't know. He looked up at her again "Yeah. I guess." She finished recording things down on her pad. "You will be out of here in no time!" she chirped and then walked out of the room.
A few days later Fred was leaving the hospital. He was discharged with a 100% successful operation and recovery. Although the news that his oldest daughter was killed in a car accident just yesterday had him in a very very grim mood. He slowly took his stand at the taxi rank to get a ride home. Now that he was capable again, he would need to start planning new tax evasions for THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE UNFORTUNATE. As their key accountant, he had to ensure the evil and very secret society of powerful men could afford new yachts and, in his case, new hearts. He went to lean against the wall of the rank but had forgotten about the tennis injury he had acquired prior to going in for surgery. It was a freak accident in where his freakishly long legs made him trip and impale himself on the handle of a tennis racket. It was an incredibly obscene scene with much yelling and screaming, which only made the paramedics job harder. His wife, his 4th wife, after the others had all died of various incurable diseases, had such a young childish voice that the emergency number operator had difficulty believing her story. Which also complicated his injury. Which probably led to his heart failure. He leaned off the wall and rubbed his back. Life is hard, as a member of THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE UNFORTUNATE. But soon, the world will tremble at their plan.
Luckily for him, a taxi had just started coming down the road. "Didn’t need to stand around for too long," he thought proudly. Maybe his life was starting to turn out for the better. Half a smile appeared on his face. It was the first time in a long time, he had smiled.
TBOTU: Fred Stevenson
by: Anman
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A-IndustriesTBOTU: Fred Stevenson
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07-05-2010 03:09 PMJill the Ripper aka Whitley
Joe Bloggs was a simple, easy to please man.
He was fifty-four and balding, ruddy cheeked, no longer the fit, virle full-haired young sprite he'd once been, but that was okay. Joe figured growing wider and losing hair was apart of life, and he'd had a good run. Life had been kind to him, in all regards - he had a loving wife, his very best friend, and together they had raised a family of three bright, happy children, all of whom where off in the world doing their own thing, making their own pathways. His oldest son, Junior, had done particularly well with his little internet company - Joe wasn't sure what it was about, he didn't hold much with computers, only that it had something to do with videos, or something. Either way, Junior ended up making quite the dime out of it, and, as a present, had bought Joe his very own cab.
It was a beauty of a thing, white and black, the taxi-company number detailed on the side, a neat little GPS on the dashboard, as well as a sturdy partition of bullet-proof glass between Joe and the passenger seats.
Joe had been a taxi driver some years, now. He enjoyed ferrying people around, enjoyed the new faces. True, some people were not the talkative types, and some where down right rude, but Joe never let that get him down, always trying his best to be chipper. His mum had told him once, "Always be kind to others, because we all have hard lives, and a little cheerfulness goes a long way."
He'd taken that lesson to heart and did his damnest to live by it, so when he pulled over near the lanky man by the hospital, Joe grinned. "Where you headed, son?" -
07-05-2010 03:14 PMA-Industries
"YOU!" Shrieked Fred as he pointed violently at Joe. "After all these years you have found me" He yelled. "My arch neme..." Fred jerked mid sentence. "Urk" He clutched his hands to his chest.. "No. Not again. Not again. Not again" He though to himself repeatadly. He slowly fell to the ground. Still holding is hand out at Joe. His heart stopped its burst of palpitations and finally, just, plain, stopped.
Fred was dead. THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE UNFORTUNATE now needs a new accountant.
About the Author
This is my first post on RPGC, that is actually an RP.
Original post here.
http://www.rpgchat.com/showthread.php?87131-TBOTU-Fred-Stevenson
I will update details in case they actually happen.
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