Utterly Mad

Broke Caravan

"The idiot. Listen, as much as I'd love to shoot him in the head and move on. We can't, all the insurance, last will and testament, and papers are in his name. And he's good friends with Mordecai for whatever reason.", she then pushes herself off the bench. As soon as Isaac left, Missy answers Jove's question. "Dunno. Always thought it'd be rude to ask him why he wears bandages all the time, he might be horribly burned and carries scars with some terrible memories. Or maybe he's just real shy. Possibly, just possibly, he's a cosplayer.", she shrugs. "But I suppose that's a mystery for another time. Ready to get on the road and do some 'charity' work?"

The Isaac of Isaac: Isaac's Isaac: You see Mordecai leaning on the driver's door, trying to calm Joshua down. "No one ever believes a goddamned thing I say, no matter f­ucking what I do. Can't even forget myself for a few minutes without s­hit being thrown right back in my face! Ever since the thing with her brother, its been the same!"  "I know... but you can't look at it like that, I know things have been hard. But we have to keep moving forward, maybe we'll actually get something good this time, then we can take a long vacation down in NeoTokyo. How's that sound?" "*sigh* Sure... fine.... sounds fine. Get the others, and lets get outta here before the town shows up with pitchforks."

Mordecai then jumps a little as he sees you, "Oh! Phew... you know how to really give an old man a start, I thought you were a Mumm- you know what not funny. I guess its time to go, hope we get some oldies stations, then I can show you how we used to sing in the golden days!" He then does his old man chuckle ("HEHEHEH") and heads inside to tell the others.


Jove, I know your color ain't pink, and I should really just steal the HTML color code off your sig: Mordecai pushes open the doors before you can even respond to Missy, poking his head through the flappy-saloon doors. "Hope yer' ready, we're going on a TRIP!"

"We'll make that money back in no time, if you look in the dash, there should be a roll of ten's at least a couple hundred of them. Just take it."

Joshua then revs up the car, the engine roaring to life, the ice on the muffler starting to melt as exhaust pours out. Without even looking he flips it to the go to radio station of the area, "GreatWhite 109.6". It was playing the hit song from DoctorK, the best mathematician, telescientist, and MC in the house.




The Broke Caravan:

It a modified "Woodie" (1988 Chevrolet Caprice Classic 1988 Krevolat Cabbie Classic), with the back trunk being filled to the roof with assorted junk and supplies for selling, with plenty of room in the back for plenty of people. With just enough leg room to stretch out. Its radio as been upgraded to pick up several stations as well as having a CB built underneath it, the back has a portable computer running underneath the console. But sadly all this comfort, and space comes with a price.

With all the s­hit loaded in the back, the car is very "heavy", doesn't like driving on ice all that well. Likes to break down every now and again because you said something mean to it. But it gets good gas mileage.

[[Deliverance Co.'s update is on page 19. Now I'm going to head to bed because I got school to go to tomorrow. Write something good, or not. Really up to you. Much love.-AYYY JAAAYYY]]

((AJ what should Ivan do now?))

((AJ what should Ivan do now?))

[[Talk with the other character, chat, flesh out your character. RP until I get more posts too update... and when I mean more posts, I mean waiting for Hobocop and possibly Zaweri, and a slim chance it might be Mrnocamera.]]

Zaweri drives the RV to Seb. "Seb, want in?"

(We are.)