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| The UNExorcism of Paul_Walker | Started by: Odd on May 31, '09 02:37 |
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Odd was in his office at his desk doing paper work by the light of the oil lamp on the desk and the fire burning in the over sized fireplace. It took up half of the south wall, the other half of the wall housed hundreds of books in book shelves on either side of the fireplace stretching from floor to ceiling, some 18 feet high. With flickering from both light sources splashing across Odd's face, he almost appeared translucent. He raises his head from the books he's reviewing, looks at Angie and said "These look fantastic, great work." Turning to MrFCUK, Odd said "Glad to have you back from your trip, and you couldn't have come back at a better time." now engaging both his RHM and LHW "The reason I called you both here wasn't to look over your books, and it wasn't to welcome you back from your time out of the country. I called you here because we have a problem, Paul_Walker is acting...well...strange...erm....well, normal... hmm, he's just not acting like a member of the SPIRIT should act. Lets face it, hes acting like a regular guy. Something has happened to him. I'm afraid someone has gotten to him, someone that might want him to not be...Weird." Odd pushed his chair back and stood up. Reaching down, he picks up to large silver balls, and begins to swirl them around in his hand. He had read once that these balls were used to relieve stress and could stimulate thoughts. A skeptic, of course, he thought it made him look cool, at the very least. He walked around the side of the desk and passed in front of Angie, who had to pull her toe in a little to allow Odd to pass, she was wearing a skirt and like a lady should was crossing her legs which made her foot stick out a bit farther than it normally would. Odd rested against the desk and too cross his feet, right leg over the left. "So what do we do? How do we bring Paul back to the SPIRIT world. Angie, I know you have tried to talk to him, and that didn't work. I called Father_O'Malley, and asked if he could do an UN-Exorcism... he gave it a go with no response. I'm lost." MrFCUK looks engaged in serious thought and settles back into the chair, then says: "I'm at a loss Boss, maybe we should ask the community for some help?" Odd Jumps up and slaps MrFCUK across the face and pinches his aura on the ass "That's a fantastic idea! You're a fuckin' genius! We will asked the community to give us ideas on how to get him back to 'normal' each entry will have to be a complete scenario with creativity and full details, a story if you will. Which ever scenario works, we will give the person with the idea, $3,000,000 (Three Million Dollars). Great brainstorm guys!"
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Paul walked out of his new home after saying goodbye to his wife. He stopped at the end of the drive. Left lead straight to the town HQ, but he was thirsty... it would have to wait. As Paul turned right and strolled down the street he saw Mathew and smiled. The past few weeks had been the best of his life. He had questioned his family on what they were doing and how it helped, and realised he was being drawn into crime too much. Then he met Cindy, the most beautiful woman he knew. They had only been married a couple of weeks but already things were running smoothly. Mathew had also met him at the local coffee shop and they had become good friends. The people down there were so...NORMAL. They didnt speak to chat, not much to say. Instead Paul entered the coffee shop and sat down by the window. The morning sun shone spectaculary through the glass. The warm, summers morning couldnt have been better. "Now sir, are you sure this will work?" Asked MrFcuk to odd. "Look, if I didnt think it worked, why else would I put you in an old womans dress, just to look at you and laugh?" MrFcuk looked at Odd confused. "Try this now."Said Odd, handing him a grey wig. when MrFcuk was ready and all kitted up he knodded at Odd, alittle self consciously and headed off through the door. "Now your sure you know what to do?" Asked Odd. "Yes sir," He answered. As Paul drank his black coffee he glanced at the time. He had to go very soon to be at HQ. He heard the door to the cafe open some way away, but didnt look to see who it was. He was surprised to see an old woman hobbling awkwardly to the counter. He looked at his wach again. Time to go. Paul downed his coffee and headed for the door. He was half way down the street when he heard a sound that made him turn round, alarmed. There stood the old lady, looking down almost crying with a small gold coin infront of her. "Please sir, can you pass me my coin, cant bend down here you know, not with this back." Paul smiled and went and picked up the coin. "Here Ma'm." He said. She smiled but then said, "I believe you have missed one. Paul looked around and, sure enough, behind him was another gold coin. He handed it to her, slightly embarassed. She smiled again, and again she said, "Sir I do believe you have missed one more." Paul frowned and checked on the floor. Further down the road he saw another coin lying innocently on the ground. He handed it to her. "Now would that be all M'am?" He said. "erm... thankyou dearest but there one more thing." She pointed to the floor. Paul got up and peered down in horror. There were hundreds of gold coins on the floor. "wtf?" he thought to himself. He stood and looked at the woman who smiled mysteriously. "Im sorry M'am I must get to work, I am running late." Paul turned and walked briskly off, seeing the disgusted shakes of heads from people he passed on the way. Mr Fcuk turned a few alleys till he was sure no one could see him and open up his hand bag to reveal his suit. He got changed quickly, relieved to finally not have to act out an old woman. As he walked back on the street he saw the tramps and hobos diving for the money. "Get off there you scumbags!" He said. One turned round to him. "Whats it to you posh man? The old bird didnt want it, its not your money anyway!" Mr Fcuk smiled. He had done his job well. Paul stopped at the corner of the road and turned into and alley. It was a shortcut to the next road where HQ was based. He turned onto the next main road and stood, slightly confused at the strange wet patch that was growing on his back. He turned to see a Hobo urinating right up his back. The man smiled and waved. Paul raged with anger and chased the man into the backalleys. He went to pull out his gun but he must have left it at home for he did not have it. He turned a corner and *BANG* he was punched straight in the face by a huge brawler. All around him tramps circled now, each smiling and waving. He managed to count to 6 before they all began beating him. When they were done they took nothing, which was strange. Paul followe the trail of stench back onto the main road. What would he say to the boss now? Odd walked down the alleys, tipping his hat to every hobo he saw. Some knodded back, others dropped their eyes to the floor in fear. "Here," he said to the hobo handing him a wod of cash. The man grinned showing his gaps in his yellow teeth. Odd gestured around him in the slum. "For god sakes get a shower or something." The dazed Paul was really having a bad day now. All he wanted to do was be with his friends and colleagues drinking and playing cards and doing drug runs. He had not got far down the road before someone in a black mask ran up to him panting. "Hey there!" Paul frowned, exhauasted. "Hold this!" They thrust something into his hands and carried on running. Paul stood staring at the bag he had in his hand. He looked inside and his eyes began to widen. He read aloud. "PROPERTY OF THE NORTHEND BANK" Before he could count how much money had been stolen he heard someone shout. "There he is!" Police descended on him from all sides and nearly cripled him from the force. Before he knew it Paul was in the back of a police car being took to the station. Angie took off the mask when she was out of sight and jumped into the truck waiting for her. She turned to Odd. "That is the last bloody time im doing a robbery for HIM!" Paul was doing awful in his interrigation. He could not think straight. He had left his gun at home, and his lawyers number. The cop repeated. "So let me get this straight. You were walking down the road, and some little man with a black mask, so you dont know their identity, just handed you this bag of cash and dissapeared?" Paul nodded. "Great story! We will see how that works out in court." Suddenly the door opened and another policeman walked in. He whispered to the interrogator. The man nodded and said, "Bring him in." Odd walked in, escorted by two bodyguards and thanked the policemen as they left. "Thankyou Mr UgotaFueled." Paul frowned. And went to greet his boss but the bodyguard whispered for him to be quiet. Odd presented a card with a fake ID from Spain. Without a word they got up and left a bag of cash on the table. "Jesus," Said Paul, "Im sure ive seen that bag somewhere before." Odd looked at his bodyguard and quickly gestured for Paul to follow. They were seen walking out of the station, but no one stopped them. They boarded a small black car waiting outside and were driven to HQ. When they got there Paul sighed and smiled at his boss. "Thank god you guys came to my help, I thought I was a gonner. To think I was putting my wife befoe my brotherhood. Please forgive me." Odd knodded. "Welcome back." Paul looked over onto the table next to a red handbag that MrFuck quickly grabed as he was walking past. "Say isnt that my gun?" Odd screwed his face up at MrFcuk who pulled an equally apologetic face back.Odd turned back to Paul. "Nah... but you can have it." |
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| Reply by: Sethman at May 31, '09 04:11 | |
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Paul Walker was awakened in the middle of the night on October fourth at 1 Am, by a loud crash of thunder from the lightning that had just decimated the tree in his front yard. He threw on his housecoat and ran outside to see what was remaining of the huge Elm tree. As he approached the tree he saw nothing but a burning stump and several yards of shattered wood. The rain started to come down and he turned to head back inside. He took a couple of steps and POW! lightning struck Paul on top of his head. The current ripped through his body and melted his underwear and aluminum codpiece. He lay in the yard for several hours until members of the family came to rescue him. He stayed at home for a few days recovering and being well...normal. One day he decided that he felt well enough to go get his own damned newsapaper and got dressed and headed for the news vender down the block. He had noticed a new house had been constructed down the street from his, as he walked by he saw the mailbox with the house number on it,1041 UNion Way. He continued onwards to the news stand and ordered his paper. He spied the Headlines for the day. Trumpet player shot by his UNCLE and 1,041 passengers on cruise ship saved in PaNICKY rescue effort. Paul looked around the news stand and spied some chocolate bars, he asked how much they were. The clerk replied they were 10 for 1 dollar. Paul paid the amount and grabbed his purchase and headed for home. As he got to the front gate of his house, Odd the Don of Philly jumped from behind a shrubbery and planted a size 12 right up Paul's arse. Paul fell to the ground holding his ass, and squealing in pain. Don Odd looked down at him and began to speak Ok, I spent like 3 days setting up all these hidden messages and shit! You either start acting ODD again or you will be fed your own nuts capiche? Paul grimaced from the pain in his ass and agreed to become once again, very Odd. The message we learn here is being normal is a pain in the ass, be the Odd man out and people leave you be |
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| Reply by: Focus at May 31, '09 12:39 | |
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| waking up in the morning shocked and scared to being woken up to 3 armed gangsters to some of his rival gang...a ransom has come into play and odd family don't even know what have happened..beating him and giving out many threats they have now had their mind set on a get rich or die trying scheme...they send out a post call to his family speaking of his death with many executions mentioned...scared and almost crapping on his self...they finished their process with many hits taking place and torture would be the word for this punishment...but they made one mistake and left in the other room and left Paul in the room by his self...UN tying the rope and sneaking out the window Paul was free but his bandits wasn't done with him...as he got to his house and saying to his self ''home sweet home''he looked on his wall and their was your a dead man written on his wall with blood...he ran and their was his doomsday come through on the floor laying down...he ran to caress his dead fiance and cried with some kind of fear and revenge in his eyes...''ring'' ''ring'' and he went to the phone and he heard the words words that would change his life forever and he dropped on his knees and made a pact to his self stating that he waas gone make his self changed | |
| Reply by: empire123 at May 31, '09 15:26 | |
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Checking the drug prices on the corners every 15 minutes, knocking over every post office along the same route every day, and arranging and executing truck heists had made Pauls life very very predictable. After Odd had his little chat with MrFCUK and Angie, drastic measures had to be taken. The extremely predictable and disgustingly normal life of Paul Walker must be changed. And the plan unfolds. Paul is walking home (along the same route as every other day), and the ever observant Odd realizes the problem is that Paul has become complacent. Although a devout mafioso, Paul feels as though he is invincible. Above the law that haunts the lives of every member of the mafia world. So as Paul walks down the dark alley nearest his home, a dark figure steps in front of Paul, who is deep in thought and just mumbles "All my money went to my boss, and i sold the last of my drugs bout 15 minutes ago. Leave me alone." All of a sudden he is being attacked. Since it is dark out he can't see how many people or anything, and he doesnt have his gun or any type of weapon, as he is so used to his routine he just leaves them home until he needs them for a job. He fights back as best as he can, although he is out of shape from his complacency. As a result, he gets the crap beat out of him, and fades into unconciousness. When Paul wakes up, he finds his legs shackled together and tied to a ring on the floor, and his hands chained above his head suspending him so that he can't touch the floor, and notices that all of his clothes are gone. He doesnt recognize any of his surroundings, nor any of his captors. He shakes his head trying to remember something, anything, but can't at the moment. As the tallest of the group stands up, he (Paul guessed its a he) says "Brain a little fuzzy there boy?" Recognizing the sounds of someone trying to disguise their voice, he realizes he wont be able to identify them by that either. The tall man speaks again, and says "We have a little treat for you here today, just to show you how dangerous it is for a mobster to have such a predictable, normal life. It is a danger to your family both inside and outside of the mafia lifestyle. Hmm...I think its a bit warm in here dont you?" Icy cold water begins to spray at Paul from every direction, effectively freezing every part of him until he feels as if he will break apart at the slightest touch. As his captor (Paul decides to call him Tall Man) laughs, the water is shut off, and out of the corner of his eye he sees what looks like one and a half sets of jumper cables being unraveled. Tall Man says to him, "You think you are a big tough mafioso don't you Paul. Don't lie, I already know the answer. We will see how tough you really are, and add a little spark into your life." He signals for the cables to be brought closer, and the assistant clamps them on, one on each nipple, and one in every mans most sensitive area, and turns on the electricity. Paul screams, and after 45 seconds, the electricity is shut off, and the icy water comes back on for 6 minutes. For the last thing, Paul is lowered down to a chair that is bolted to the floor and tied very securely there, and a very old woman, with only 3 teeth, walks in leaning on her walker. Tall man says, "You have a choice Paul, either you change your ways, and become odd again, or Marge here gets to have her way with you all night long. Think about it." Tall man walks out and Marge walks over to Paul and starts running her hands along Pauls' chest and Paul screams "PLEASE LET ME GO...MAKE THIS STOP...I WILL CHANGE AND BE ODD AGAIN I SWEAR PLEASE....BOSS...JOHNNY...TOM...SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!!!!" |
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| Reply by: TemperanceMarie at May 31, '09 16:47 | |
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Slaps Paul's face I'm gonna shoot your face off! |
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| Reply by: StfuJailer at Jun 01, '09 04:02 | |
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| Reply by: Paul_Walker at Jun 03, '09 06:16 | |
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Paul Walker was strolling around Fairmount Park. Everywhere around him people were sitting on the grass enjoying picknicks or making their ways in and out the Zoo located near by. He was waiting for the man he had spoken to very often on the phone... He was about to finally meet him. For the last few months Paul had started to feel something he had never felt before, when ever he was talking to a handsome guy he couldn't deny feeling slightly attracted. He knew that in his world these feelings were something unacceptable but yet again he could not just ignore his feelings. And then he noticed an add in Detroit's Chronicle. Young handsome man looking for some discrete men love, indetity should remain secret. Me, blond hair and blue eyes. Six pack. Preferably the bitch in doggy style. At first he didn't give the add much attention, but in the upcomming days he kept thinking about this add... in the end he wrote back. Dear Handsome man, I would like to meet you in person. But first can we speak on the phone? I am a virgin, looking for a gentle approach. Contact me monday 21st of April 19:00 at 6097443478. Fortunately for Paul Walker the guy did indeed call and from there on things went pretty fast, even though at first Paul was just looking for some action he noticed he started to get feelings for the guy. Yes Paul was in way over his head.. How could he explain this to his boss Odd? What would he think of him? What would his family think of him... Well, Paul thought, if he was going to hit it off with this guy he would find out soon anyway. Paul had reached the meeting place in the park, he saw a tall handsome guy sitting on the bench. Paul walked up to him and greeted him trying to sound very confident, unfortunately because of the nerves Paul miserably failed in his confident approach... The guy didn't seem to mind. Come with me Secret Man... Let's have some fun, he said. Paul followed him trough the park, he noticed that there were no people anymore in the direction they were heading... Paul's heart was pounding. What did the guy have in mind? Should he run or should he follow... Too curious and scared to make a run for it he followed the guy untill they reached the end of the park. The guy walked over to a car that was parked and told Paul to get in. Now he was in trouble.... A good 20 minutes later the guy stopped at a big mansion just outside Philidelphia, he followed the guy inside. The curtains were closed. Drink?! The guy demanded Paul. "Uhm yes please". Without asking what Paul wanted the guy came back with 2 double Whiskey's. Here, he said, drink this.. It'll make you relax and you're going to need it. 4 glasses of whiskey later they were sitting on the couch.. they guy gently put his arm on Paul's legs who at first directly pulled back. "Come on , let's get this thing going.. I've been waiting so long for you" And without warning the guy started kissing Paul... Paul let go of his fear and went for it.. Oh dear he thought, I finally found what I'd been missing for so long. Three hours later, after a lot of men acion, the guy dropped Paul of again at the park. They decided to keep seeing eachother every now and then.. Whilest Paul was walking home he was thinking.. What if Odd ever finds out? |
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| Reply by: ScipitaRourke at Jun 03, '09 07:51 | |
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Solution; You'll need to confront Paul_Walker with his feelings towards men but you need to sneak this up on him from behind. Try a firm but gentle approach, maybe hire some strippers (FEMALE!) and lock him in a room with them untill he is convinced. If he isn't convinced... he is a lost cause.. It's a shame for such a handsome boy. |
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| Reply by: ScipitaRourke at Jun 05, '09 15:39 | |
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Vence is sitting at his desk in his home office looking over the books. His phone rings, it's Don Odd on the other end. The conversation last all of five minutes before Vence hangs up the receiver and stands up and starts heading towards the door, grabbing his jacket and pistols. Vence arrives at the bar where Paul is sitting. Vence reaches from under his seat and picks up his third 1911laying it on his lap and sits in his car for two more minutes before he gets out and tucks his pistol into the back of his pants. Then he adjusts his shoulder holsters. He inhales deeply then he exhales slowly. He walks to the trunk of his car grabbing a small black bag and walks to the back of the bar and enters heading towards Paul Walker. Paul is sitting at a table aware of his surroundings and pissed of more then usual. Vence take a seat at the table seating across to him. Paul looks up and say's What? Vence replies, The Don called me today and asked me to come and talk to you. He has concerns about you. So tell me what's wrong? The two men talk for over an hour drinking Jack Daniels. Vence goes into his black bag and pulls out two jars of cherries. Paul looks at Vence and asks WTF is that. Vence smiles then tells him about Kentucky's finest white lighting soaked cherries. They soak for 10 days then you can eat five or six with seven being the max. Paul shakes his head stating that he hates cherries. He goes on to say we have talked about business for over an hour now what? Vence opens both jars and tells Paul if you eat one cherry and if you don't what to talk I leave and go home. Paul watches Vence eat a couple so he tries one and he coughs then glares and Vence. Vence smiles and replies I told you they are soaked in the purest white lighting. Paul tries another and begins to explain that he not possessed he's just pissed and hasn't slept in days. Paul eats a few more cherries and goes on about how our thing has changed and that the new comers show no respect and how he remembers coming up and what he had to do to move up and these new guys want to be Don without proving themselves. Paul has a few more cherries then tells Vence that his first kill still haunt's him. Then ask Vence why am I so evil, do I have demons in me? Vence replies: No this thing of ours is a tough business it requires a lot and it gives us very little and what it does give us is always covered with blood. We all have our demons, we all act like demons because our business makes us hard, hell I recall my first purse snatch the lady was at least 60 and I never looked back. My first prostitute I took money from I charged my best friend to sleep with her is was barely 18. My first work was not easy it was a good friend of mines heck I forgot where the hell I buried that prick. They talk for another hour. Paul replies: Thanks Vence you're the first person at asked me what's wrong. Why the Don thinks I need help. You know I love Odd he's like my father. I think of him at times like he's my big brother. I love that man; he's like a hero to me. Vence looks at the dates on the jar of cherries to see if they soaked for more then 10 days. Paul then states I love you man. Vence then asked Paul how many cherries have you eaten? Paul say's I don't know half that dam jar, why. Vence replies that's over 20, dude that's half the jar how does your head feel. Paul replies I love you man! Vence Looks at the date again on both jars then shakes his head in disbelief, Vence chuckles as he knows that Paul is stoned off of the cherries. Paul fall's a sleep at the table and the owner of the bar walks over, and asks what do I do with him? Vence shrugs his shoulders and replies leave him alone and in the morning he's going to have a headache you might tell your staff to open the doors and let him leave then start work or get their last will and testament together because this guy is always cranky in the morning he's a shoot happy SOB. Vence gives the own $500 bucks for his troubles and leaves laughing at the owners face as he looks at Paul_Walker. |
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| Reply by: Vencent_Pirazzi at Jun 05, '09 17:11 | |
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| Reply by: Odd at Jun 05, '09 23:46 | |
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Gizaro materializes into family HQs. He sees Paul Walker sitting at the bar looking quite ordinary, regular, and plain. Gizaro notices a serious problem when he actually sees a smile on Paul's face. Paul is also wearing an I LOVE DETROIT t-shirt. Gizaro thinks to himself, "We got a serious problem here"! Gizaro walks over to Paul and whispers something into his ear. Immediately, Paul gets up and follows Gizaro into the Men after Midnight section of HQs. Upon entering the room, Paul notices a large round table surrounded by the entire family. Paul sits and Gizaro speaks on behalf of the great Don Odd. On behalf of the great Don Odd, our spiritual leader, I have asked everyone here to join us in a special seance for one of our own leaders, brother, and one of the most evil ass guys I have ever met, Paul Walker. Paul has fell into the grasps of being a regular normal gangster. He desperately needs our help. Let me explain. What is a ghost possession? It's the condition where a person's soul or SPIRIT is joined with or co-mingled with a normal good ghost. In this family we are all affected by the SPIRIT of Don Odd, we must have it. The Don's SPIRIT is this familiy's life blood. We all can do extrordinary things by accepting the SPIRIT into ourselves. We now must introduce that SPIRIT back into Paul Walker. One problem is that brother Walker must be willing to rid himself of this boring normal ghost and take possession of his old SPIRIT. Brother Paul Walker are you ready? Paul lets out a quiet, Okay guys. Gizaro continues... Tonight, we will have a unexorcism of Paul Walker by introducing the SPIRIT back into him and ridding him of the bad normal ghost. We are going to have a seance. The great Don Odd will be the medium for this forum. Gizaro dims the lights, and lights three candles in the center of the table. Gizaro speaks again Everyone settle down now! Begin by concentrating on Paul Walker and meditating on how to get the SPIRIT into him. Now that everyone is sitting, relaxed, settled, and ready to begin it is time for everyone to join hands. Now is the time for Don Odd to say aloud a short blessing for a positive and safe seance. Don will also ask everone at the table to breathe deeply, and to focus their energies to the "other side." Don Odd now starts the seance by saying the blessing and continues... Everyone repeat after me. Our dear SPIRIT Creepy we ask that you join us. We ask for your knowledge and for your insight and answers, we summons you with the power of hate & darkness. Don Odd's eyes roll back into his head and he speaks for the SPIRIT of Creepy Creepy "I'm not very sure as to whether you can hear me or not." Odd"We can hear you very well." Creepy continues,"Very well indeed, thank you. Good. Before I commence talking to you about what I feel is a matter of great interest, and I'm sure you'll find what I have to say of some service and of great use, I want you to make quite sure that you hear distinctly because it's rather a problem to know exactly how much one Paul Walker is slipping into the real boring world. I do not have to presumably go into a lot of detail about this matter and how it affects the family and what those difficulties are that we have to contain with. This point I'm sure you know quite well. I have been thinking very much latterly how interesting it would be for me to come and talk to you about SPIRIT and the re-possession of Paul Walker by myself and Don Odd...Because I'm sure of the work you're trying to do, and you've been doing this successfully. You must have many questions put to you by people, and particularly the question about ghosts or SPIRIT itself; and since I myself, when I was on your side studied the subject and as you probably know I wrote quite a bit about it - about my endeavoring to discover the truth and the matter, particularly with regards to Odd - my name by the way is Creepy. But the reason for my coming is that I thought a discussion, a talk, on Paul Walker would be interesting, and also perhaps answer, as I hope it certainly will - my talk to you - certain problems with regards to him. One often hears of ghosts and entities that haunt a certain place, often for centuries, and sometimes they are, according to the mentality of the ghosts in question, a nuisance. Sometimes they are very much undesirables from the point of view that they disturb and induce boredom on the individuals who happen to be living on the premises. This has happened to Paul Walker. First you have the ghost of an individual who is long since dead; that has no connection with the actual SPIRIT of Paul Walker. What I'm trying to say here is that you have a very powerful thought force which, by its very powers give the impression that Paul Walker is boring and dull. This is just a ghost. What actually is happening is that the Paul Walker is not necessarily present. This apparition has taken over but this apparition has no power whatsoever, because the mentality of the mind of the ghost is not there, is not present. In other words it is a kind of a shell that is formed around Paul Walker. It can only move in certain areas and under certain conditions, and can only be seen quite often by people who are without realising it mediumistic or sensitive to it like Don Odd. By this, what I am trying to convey to you is that a ghost is an entirely different thing to a SPIRIT. You might say a ghost, he has no real substance and no real power. No man has the power to exorcise but now I will do it for the family. A strong breeze blows the doors open and shakes the room It is done. The boring, normal, good ghost is gone and Paul is now SPIRIT for LIFE again. Goodbye and evil blessings upon this family. With that Don Odd stops talking for Creepy and returns to his own SPIRIT. Don Odd speaks We must all thank the SPIRIT for speaking. Thank you from the Don, Creepy, for helping us. At that, Gizaro stands and blows out the candles. Immediately after this Paul Walker jumps on top of the large round table drawing his guns. Pauls screams SPIRIT for LIFE, runs out of the room into the street and kills two gangsters. Gizaro says to Don Odd, I think we got our evil Consigliere back. |
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| Reply by: gizaro at Jun 06, '09 02:12 | |
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| Reply by: Paul_Walker at Jun 10, '09 13:00 | |
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Kizzy instinctively shot a glare over her shoulder once she felt a hand pinching her rump. The fact that there was nothing there only caused her to give an annoyed grunt. These groping ghosts had plagued Kizzy since she had first started roaming the halls of SPIRIT headquarters. She had once complained about it to Capo Bastone Paul_Walker, who had merely smiled, tilted his head, and replied that "they do that sometimes". Since then, she had simply tried to hurry through the hallways as quickly as possible--it usually worked, too. Today, however, she was carrying a delicate tea set perched on a tray, all of an estimated value of "too expensive to drop". Thus, she was creeping through the drafty halls at a snail's pace, enduring the occasional pinch or grab with an deepening scowl. Once she finally arrived at Paul's office, she gave a brief sigh of relief and kicked the door three times with a shout to open up. After a moment of muffled speech, it was opened by Paul himself...kind of. Kizzy had to blink a few times before recognizing the figure in the doorway. It was Paul, all right--but he had a shirt on. Not just the shirt, either. A full three-piece suit. No more clearly visible washboard abs, no more sculpted chest or Adonis-like shoulders. Simply a bland black suit. She shook her head in disbelief. "Paul, what's with the...this?" Kizzy motioned to the suit, then barely managed to catch the tray before it crashed to the floor. Paul gave her a concerned look and steadied the teapot. "With the what? Oh, this tie? Yeah, I didn't mean to get a purple one. It looked navy until I got it under the light. But I paid a pretty penny for it, so, you know. Waste not, want not, and all that. Here, come on in." He stepped to the side, holding the door open. Kizzy stood in the doorway with an expression of mixed horror and confusion. "No, no, no. You should be laughing derisively at me for almost dropping this. Who are you, and what have you done with Paul?" The man tilted his head with a confused look. "What do you mean, Kizzy? Look, are you coming in or not? That tea's probably getting cold." Kizzy stared at him for a second longer before entering the office and setting down the tray onto his desk. She leaned against a dusty liquor cabinet, studying the man with narrowed eyes. There was definitely something different about him. She turned and opened the cabinet doors, rummaging about for a bottle of whiskey. She glanced over her shoulder to see Paul pouring two cups of tea and humming happily to himself. "So, Paul...you seem more...uh, upbeat than usual. Are you doing something new?" Paul nodded emphatically as he stirred some sugar into his cup. "Yeah, actually! I was feeling a little...down, I guess, and I went to see this doctor who gave me some pills. Said they'd cheer me right up. And boy, did they ever! I've been feeling even better than usual. Normal, you know?" Kizzy almost dropped the bottle she was pulling out of the cupboard. Paul_Walker was not normal, and he didn't desire to be normal. Well, not normally. These pills would have to go. Quickly regaining her composure, Kizzy smiled warmly to Paul and poured some whiskey into her mug of tea. As she reached over to pour the whiskey into his cup, Paul pulled it quickly away. "Oh, please don't. I'm trying to cut back." Paul chuckled as he looked into her puzzled face. "I haven't wanted to drink as much lately, even.." Kizzy gave a halfhearted guffaw before setting the bottle down and sinking slowly into the armchair in front of the man's desk. Would the nightly ritual of drinking Paul under the table, then, be a thing of the past? No. These pills would have to be gone very shortly. She gave him a quick smile and sipped her drink. "What kind of pills are these, anyway?" "You know, I can't pronounce the name, but all I care is that they work." Paul shrugged and took a short gulp from his own tea. "Anyway, we need to get down to business." Throughout their meeting, Kizzy became increasingly amazed and impatient with his new mannerisms. They may have been becoming of an accountant, but certainly not a haunted mobster. She mostly managed to keep her mind on the business at hand, but when he used the word "golly", she had to excuse herself. She stood in the hallway, breathing deeply for a moment and thinking. This was not the Paul she knew, and this would not stand. Kizzy turned suddenly, pushing open the door and marching inside. Paul looked up with a slightly confused smile that morphed into a look of outrage as she walked around his desk and began pulling out drawers, reaching in to rifle through the contents before slamming them back in an unsatisfied way. "What the heck are you doing? Stop that this instant!" "Just a--here!" Kizzy gave a triumphant sound as she pulled out a small pill bottle. She peered at the label, mouthing the syllables of the long name printed there. She rattled the bottle near her ear before pulling the cap off and quickly dumping out a handful into her palm. Paul tried to snatch them away from her, but she managed to hold them out of his reach. "Paul, you're not yourself, and it's not natural. I'm going to find out what's in these pills--that's a bullshit name on the bottle for one thing." Kizzy dumped the pills on the desk and smashed a few into powder with the bottom of the whiskey bottle. Paul gave a short sound of protest as she dipped a finger into the powder and tasted it. She paused for a moment, letting it run over her tongue, before bursting into a giggle. She shook her head and scooped the remaining pills back into the bottle. "Sorry, Paul. You can keep taking them if you want." "What the--" "They're fucking placebos. Sugar pills. You've been feeling the way you have because you thought that they'd make you feel that way. It's all psychological." Paul stared at her with an open mouth for several moments before giving a short, rage-filled grunt. "Do you know how much that fucking quack charged me? This is bullshit!" He continued cursing as he gathered several things around his office and loosened his tie. Tucking his gun into its holster, he blustered past Kizzy, who watched him storming out the door with a satisfied sigh. This was much better. |
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