Post by Toyo on May 20, 2012 20:36:52 GMT -5
Name: Tape Recorder
Age: She forgets, probably mid twenties.
Sexual Orientation: "Female"/Heterosexual
Image: 0:41-0:45 of the following clip
Key/Lock Holder: Lampy
Brief History: Tape Recorder used to live in a recording studio. That was before the really big, multi-deck recorders came into production. She was discarded, but she was able to jump out of the garbage truck in the countryside and soon found herself picked up by Ernie St. Peters. At the parts shop, though, she was left to get dusty on the shelf. Of course, she wasn't really surprised. Nobody needed tape recorder parts except for new film. She watched hundreds of the other guys go, though, except for ceiling lamp. Then came a toaster and his bunch of pals who, despite being easily spooked, knocked out Mr. St. Peters, allowing all the appliances to escape with help of fridge. She always wondered why they didn't do that sooner with as often as Ernie was out, but the others just seemed to think she was nuts for asking.
Unfortunately as one of the few appliances who ran off of batteries solely, she began slowing down after a while. She collapsed in the forest, consigned to her fate that she would likely be picked up by Ernie again, though it's not like she actually had to worry about anything there.
However, when she woke up, she found she was still in the forest with replaced batteries and full energy. As if that didn't surprise her enough, she had a lock tied into one of her wires. She went wandering from there, wondering who would have replaced her batteries.
Sample Post: "So, this is weird." Tape Recorder waddled through the forest, casting her eyes around. She would have thought that Pencil Sharpener or even Popcorn Popper would have been around. Then again, it always seemed to be every appliance for themselves in the junk shop, so she wasn't that surprised. "Could have sworn this used to be a marsh, though."
She lifted up the lock, having untied it from her wire. It was kind of cute. She was glad it hadn't been wrapped around her tape. Would have ruined her audio track. "At least they didn't replace my tape. Took forever to get some of these songs." She hummed along as she began playing. "Still wish I knew what the lock was for."
She soon found herself on a road. "Now this is more like it." She began waddling her way alongside the road, playing her recording a little louder, hoping to catch attention. "Hopefully someone will decide to pick me up, before I hit town. This walking is killing me."
Age: She forgets, probably mid twenties.
Sexual Orientation: "Female"/Heterosexual
Image: 0:41-0:45 of the following clip
Key/Lock Holder: Lampy
Brief History: Tape Recorder used to live in a recording studio. That was before the really big, multi-deck recorders came into production. She was discarded, but she was able to jump out of the garbage truck in the countryside and soon found herself picked up by Ernie St. Peters. At the parts shop, though, she was left to get dusty on the shelf. Of course, she wasn't really surprised. Nobody needed tape recorder parts except for new film. She watched hundreds of the other guys go, though, except for ceiling lamp. Then came a toaster and his bunch of pals who, despite being easily spooked, knocked out Mr. St. Peters, allowing all the appliances to escape with help of fridge. She always wondered why they didn't do that sooner with as often as Ernie was out, but the others just seemed to think she was nuts for asking.
Unfortunately as one of the few appliances who ran off of batteries solely, she began slowing down after a while. She collapsed in the forest, consigned to her fate that she would likely be picked up by Ernie again, though it's not like she actually had to worry about anything there.
However, when she woke up, she found she was still in the forest with replaced batteries and full energy. As if that didn't surprise her enough, she had a lock tied into one of her wires. She went wandering from there, wondering who would have replaced her batteries.
Sample Post: "So, this is weird." Tape Recorder waddled through the forest, casting her eyes around. She would have thought that Pencil Sharpener or even Popcorn Popper would have been around. Then again, it always seemed to be every appliance for themselves in the junk shop, so she wasn't that surprised. "Could have sworn this used to be a marsh, though."
She lifted up the lock, having untied it from her wire. It was kind of cute. She was glad it hadn't been wrapped around her tape. Would have ruined her audio track. "At least they didn't replace my tape. Took forever to get some of these songs." She hummed along as she began playing. "Still wish I knew what the lock was for."
She soon found herself on a road. "Now this is more like it." She began waddling her way alongside the road, playing her recording a little louder, hoping to catch attention. "Hopefully someone will decide to pick me up, before I hit town. This walking is killing me."
