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Post by Matthew on Jan 31, 2010 21:35:22 GMT -4
Matthew didn't consider himself a bad person, really... sure, he'd been making his living breaking into people's houses for a few years now, but, as he always told himself, a guy had to eat, and he needed the money more then they needed the stuff anyway. Of course, it's not as though he only took enough to get by, but he tried not to think about that part.
Places like the mansion were his favorite targets... old, easy to beat locks and no fancy electronic security... but whoever owned them was almost certainly loaded. So far, however, this place had been a disappointment... he'd peeked into a few rooms now, but nothing really caught his eye... until the latest one, with the nice big, very expensive TV. His eyes lit up, and a whisper of 'jackpot' escaped his lips. Approaching the TV, he looked at the edge, trying to figure out what brand it was, already curious how much he could get for it.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 31, 2010 22:27:54 GMT -4
As you snooped around the edges, the TV flashed on.
"Looking for something?" asked a voice, seemingly coming from within the TV.
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Post by Matthew on Jan 31, 2010 22:34:32 GMT -4
Matthew jumped a bit at the voice, cursing under his breath. He wasn't crazy enough to think that the TV was actually talking to him, but the last thing he needed was whoever lived here hearing it and coming to look, feeling around frantically for a power button, muttering under his breath. "Shut up, shut up...."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 31, 2010 22:40:39 GMT -4
I turned myself on, I certainly doubt I'd let you turn me off..." the voice said again.
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Post by Matthew on Jan 31, 2010 22:41:57 GMT -4
He jumped a bit at that, looking down in suprise "Wh-what the... what is this, some kinda joke?" Looking a bit nervous now, but still not wanting to give up on such a nice score, he ducked behind the TV, trying to find a power cord or something of that sort
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 31, 2010 23:03:45 GMT -4
There sitting at the base of the TV was the power cord, ready to be plucked.
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Post by Matthew on Jan 31, 2010 23:09:00 GMT -4
Grinning, he gripped the cord firmly "This oughta shut you up..." He gave it a firm yank, pulling it straight out of the wall
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 31, 2010 23:22:34 GMT -4
"That hurt, young man. I demand to see your face" The voice said now, sounding even louder.
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Post by Matthew on Jan 31, 2010 23:24:58 GMT -4
His expression was more and more nervous at this point, there was no way this should be happening... but at the same time, it made him more and more determined, he WASN'T gonna leave empty handed after all this...
He moved around , back to the front of the TV, glaring at the figure on the screen, his hands slipping under it, struggling to lift it "Oh, shut up already..."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 31, 2010 23:27:07 GMT -4
There on the Tv screen was a face. It was the face of an older man, surrounded by white noise.
"Well, well, hello there. What brings you to my room?" it asks, sounding very, very annoyed.
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Post by Matthew on Jan 31, 2010 23:33:11 GMT -4
He rolled his eyes a bit, looking around for the hidden camera that he was sure was here somewhere "Yeah, look, very funny... but if you were in the house, you'd have stopped me already... so really sorry about the TV, but I need this more then you do..."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 31, 2010 23:36:52 GMT -4
"You are more right than you know. Sit down" the face said as the chair behind you pulled up to you, causing you to fall into it.
"Now pick up the remote"
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Post by Matthew on Jan 31, 2010 23:45:52 GMT -4
He grunted in suprise as he fell back into the chair, glaring in confusion, and a bit of fear, at the face on the TV "I... what the... Look, whatever game this is, I'm not playing it!" Despite that, he picked up the remote curiously, looking it over.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 31, 2010 23:50:39 GMT -4
Now then...you have to pick a channel. What you pick depends on how you get out of this situation, young man." the voice from the TV boomed.
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Post by Matthew on Jan 31, 2010 23:55:46 GMT -4
He cursed under his breath... but for some reason, he couldn't seem to quite stand up from the chair, finally nodding a bit "Fine, fine, but you're gonna be sorry about this..." He flipped through the channels on the remote, not recognizing any of the stations, finally settling on TGcentral, tilting his head curiously.
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