Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3334663-20161230050749

((All of my OOC will be posted in "()." I will be playing the role of the Repairman. This will take place in an extended AU. This assumes that the FNAF 1 & 2 chains, the house from FNAF 4, and Circus Baby's are all connected though the underground maintainance halls from SL. All CANNON animatronics are allowed to be used. (This does include all custom night animatronics, just in case. This also includes SpringTrap, but you will have to have a good reason for him to be here.)



I'm intentionally leabing a few things about my character vague, for the purpose of character and plot development.



Follow common sense, please. No GM, No Bunnying, ect... Do plan on being descriptive, at least a paragraph, if you could. However, I will allow less, assuming the situation would poeticly allow for it. Credit to ZenerRocksMC for the title. Please state what character you'll be using, and I'll edit the main post to reflect who's taken.



I am remaking this from an old post from about 2 years ago... I hope things will go better this time. ))



It has been a few years since that old pizzeria had closed. The years have not been nice to the building, nor the objects inside. Someone had bought the place a month ago and has started putting out advertisements and job offers.

A new mechanic and repairman has been working his tail off, having restored the building to its former "glory." Sweating and tired, he sits at one of the broken tables, drinking from a bottle.

<span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"One room left." He muses to himself, grinning. "Then I can clock out for the day."

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Walking up to the door to the final room, he reads the name of the room aloud to himself. "Backstage?" He shakes his head, pulling the door open. It creaks and... He screams, falling backwards onto his butt.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">An animatronic dressed as a big purple bunny in a bow tie is standing behind the door, positioned as if originally leaning against the door to listen through it. It's costume is in disrepair, but is in otherwise good shape... If not a little terrible smelling.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">He sighs, standing back up. "It's only one of the mascots... Forgot about them..." He carefully moves the big bunny aside, slowly as the machinery inside is quite heavy. The rest of the room is well kept. Mascot heads and other parts are strewn about, and a few endoskeletons thrown about. Three more fully costumed animatronics are there as well, staring at where the door once was. A brown bear, a yellow chick, and a fox.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">The Fox is dressed up, from what is left of its attire, like a pirate. It also seems to be the only one in a horrible condition. Most of its endoskeleton is showing through its costume, and its jaw hangs slack.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">He sighs. "You are going to require the most work... As is this room..." Checking his watch, he sighs again. "And it's almost 11... Well, I better get started..."

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Whistling while he works, he lugs the heavy animatronics, one by one, to the table, propping them up next to it. He works off the costumes and works on repairing those first. Needle and thread seem second nature to the handyman, salvaging what he can of the original costumes, only adding new material when needed. However, the fox costume, which was majorly obliterated by time, required a complete rebuild. There was very little left to work with, and what was still there fell apart at a mere touch. Careful attention to keep their original look...

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Next, the actual hardware...

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">The careful hands of the worker pull one of the skeletons onto the table, popping open access hatches and wiping away what he assumes is either putrified costume fuzz or spilt oil. Some odd, dried liquid...

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">By the time he's done, it is nearing 1 am. "Whew... That only took... Forever..."

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">He hums softly as he looks over his work. Nodding, he does a once over before attempting to turn them on.

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Nothing...

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">He shrugs, assuming the batteries are dead before heading out of the little work area. Deciding to call ot a night, he heads to the double doors that mark the exit, only to find them already locked. Puzzled, he unlocks them himself, only to find that someone has put something very heavy in front of the doors...

<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"Great..." He sighs, stepping back from the doors. He walks to the somewhat restored security office. He still hasn't found time to fix up the doors...

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">It takes him a short time, but once he patches his little gas generator into the fuse box of the pizzaria, he pulls the starter. It takes a few tries, but once it starts up, the building comes to life. He smiles, his trusty little tool-powering device chugging away next to him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You've done a fine job so far.” He muses out loud to himself, speaking just loud enough to hear himself over the generator's noise.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">The music of some of the old arcade machines kicks in as the electricity makes it's way all the way down to the far reaches of the building. Some of the wiring hasn't been repaired yet, and the security systems are largely inoperable, but some of the old cameras still work, as the three little monitors click on, showing the stage area, the cove, and the dining room.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Bemused at the old technology, he flicks a few switches. The other cameras are all black screens or static, and the simple sight of this causes a little look of frustration, but he shakes his head and shrugs. “I have all the time in the world now, I guess... I might as well add that to my list of things to do.” He laughs a little, but sighs shortly afterwards.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;cursor:url("http://i1370.photobucket.com/albums/ag260/Homura-chan/FreddyDollCursorTEXT_zps1a42e9ef.png"),text;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">“All alone...” He sighs, sitting in the only usable chair in the room. His eyes are drawn to a scrap of paper on the floor. Picking it up, he smiles a little. It's an old picture that a child had drawn of the animatronics. Most of the crayon and paper had decayed, but it was still recognizable.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;color:rgb(233,234,247);font-size:16px;line-height:1.5;"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well... not completely alone...” <ac_metadata title="A Friendship Forged in Steel?" related_topics="Roleplaying"> </ac_metadata>