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Post by Dorian Flyte on Oct 6, 2011 1:54:51 GMT -5
For some reason, Dorian was running for his life. As he entered into a little known and used part of London, he was keen to keep running from whatever it was he had seen. Dressed in a grey suit, smart white shirt and black loafers (barefoot in those), he entered into a factory. Looking back, the thing eh had seen was no longer there. Luckily, he had managed to outun it. But as he arrogantly began to walk off, he slipped and came crashing don onto a large baking tray...
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Post by Oracle on Oct 6, 2011 2:05:03 GMT -5
Oracle was walking down an alleyway, finishing off an apple she had nicked. She noticed a guy running as if he was being chased “Odd.” she chucked the apple core into a gutter and followed after him onto the factory. Curious by nature she climbed up a nearby grading and heard him crash down on the baking tray. She raised an eyebrow “What is he doing.”
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Post by Dorian Flyte on Oct 6, 2011 2:09:15 GMT -5
Dorian breathed in relief for a moment, as he thought the machine was not working. This was a mistake. Soon enough, the thing shuddered and started to take the tray he was sitting on started to move. "What?!" he shouted, looking around for a way to get off. But he was trapped. Soon enough, the handsome youth came under a large vat of eggs. These were released all on him...
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Post by Oracle on Oct 6, 2011 2:17:09 GMT -5
Oracle finished crawling up on the platform and was slowly walking beside the line but high up and trying to stay out of sight, when the eggs fell on the guys head she couldn’t help but laugh out loudly slightly, still trying to stay out of sight she shouted “Dude, don’t you know it’s probably a bad idea for you to be on that thing”
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Post by Dorian Flyte on Oct 6, 2011 2:19:24 GMT -5
So he wasn't alone. As he shifted his now ruined hair out of his face, thick and slimy with the egg yolk, he glared at her. "You can't get off these things" he miserably said as he was dropped into a large vat of milk. Now absolutely soaking, he looked even more a mess. He had never been so messy and sticky, and his clothes were wrecked! Why did he deserve such humiliation. This was only made worse as about twnety bags of lour were dumped on him. Now he was just a white, wet blob. He hardly looked the handsome youth he had been when he walked in.
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Post by Oracle on Oct 6, 2011 2:25:46 GMT -5
She stopped a laugh before it escaped her throat “Well it’s your own fault for not watching where your feet where taking you eh?” her foot slipped on something and she fell against a lever grabbing it and bringing it down with her, she looked up at the plate with the name of the lever above “speed...oh shi....”
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Post by Dorian Flyte on Oct 6, 2011 2:30:27 GMT -5
"What have you done?!" he screamed, as he felt the large mixer decened into the vat he was currently in. The thing spund fast, sending him revolving round the big vat for a multiple times. He felt utterly disgusting as he felt all of the materials in the vat thicken and turn to batter, yet he was still spinning. It was going to be a long ordeal...
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Post by Oracle on Oct 6, 2011 10:44:14 GMT -5
“Sorry sorry sorry!” she started slapping at anything that looked like it would stop this guy getting turned into a human cake “You’re a fail’ she tried to hide the twitch that, that caused.
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Post by Dorian Flyte on Oct 6, 2011 16:59:36 GMT -5
None of her pressings helped. Rather, he just continued to spin round rapidly, looking less and less human and more like a thick blob of batter.
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Post by Oracle on Oct 6, 2011 17:07:06 GMT -5
Oracle stopped flipping any switch she could find and started looking around for something to throw him to try to get him out of the batter she ran back and forth across the grading easily getting from one end to the other quickly. “I can’t find anything to get you out dude, guess your going to have to ride it out” she rolled her eyes “Oh that sounds like fun.”
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Post by Dorian Flyte on Oct 6, 2011 17:11:23 GMT -5
Much too precoccupied with the fact he was spinning round uncontrolably. Soon, one of his loose and flimsy loafers spun off, revealing a bare foot. As the thing started to stop, he was left upside down, the only part left of him visible being his legs, one shoe on one shoe off...
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Post by Oracle on Oct 6, 2011 17:24:47 GMT -5
“Finally.” she found what she was looking for one of those rope things that follows a track below “I hope this works” she slung the rope trying to hook his pants on it or on his foot she really didn’t care. As the rope came back to her she noticed she had only caught his shoe, which in her opinion smelled absolutely horrible. “Jeez dude bathe much.”
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Post by Dorian Flyte on Oct 14, 2011 16:48:07 GMT -5
Dorian groaned as she complained about how smelly his shoes were. Well, he just wanted her to get him out. However, before that could happen he was shoved onto the conveyor belt at the end of which was the oven...
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Post by Oracle on Oct 14, 2011 16:57:12 GMT -5
“ok that didn’t work” Oracle followed the pulley that the rope was tied to with her eyes and from what she could tell it followed the whole thing over to the other side of the oven. She sighed “here goes nothing.” tying the rope to one of her ankles, she made sure it was secure and then ran and did a swan type dive towards the conveyor belt and grabbed dudes leg as soon as she swung over him and trys to pull him out.
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