The Varrock Riots

[mr_dude160]

Another Mr Dude original. Enjoy!

 

 

 

Come ye adventurers, far and wide, and hear a tale from times long past! Perhaps give me a coin or two, and I'll weave a tale for you. A tale of greed, civil war, and death! Gather 'round, hear my tale. And you there, boy, GO GET THE MAIL!

 

 

 

Aah, bills, bills, bills, junk, bills, ah! Best not let the kids see that... Bills, junk, junk, junk. Wait, what's that you say? Oh my tale, get on it today? Yes, my tale, well here it goes! I've worked real hard, I hope it shows!

[Zonorhc]

Another Mr Dude original. Enjoy!

 

 

 

Come ye adventurers, far and wide, and hear a tale from times long past! Perhaps give me a coin or two, and I'll weave a tale for you. A tale of greed, civil war, and death! Gather 'round, hear my tale. And you there, boy, GO GET THE MAIL!

 

 

 

Aah, bills, bills, bills, junk, bills, ah! Best not let the kids see that... Bills, junk, junk, junk. Wait, what's that you say? Oh my tale, get on it today? Yes, my tale, well here it goes! I've worked real hard, I hope it shows!

 

 

 

It... doesn't.

[mr_dude160]

Wow.. Didn't even let the actual story start. I was just toying with the idea of having it told by someone on the street, with a really cheesy, kinda stupid introduction. And yes its a stupid kind of pun, but it wont keep on happening through the whole story. Why not try giving the rest of the story a chance before trying to judge, yeah?

[mr_dude160]

Mrs. Bailey, the owner of a deli deep in the slums of Varrock, was sitting uselessly in her shop, waiting for buisiness to arrive. Not that it ever would, meat tax was so high, no one could afford to buy meat. She shuffled over to the counter, ready to close up. She grabbed the "CLOSED" sign out of a cupboard, and heard a light jingling from the front of the shop. She let out a small scream, and jumped, hitting her head on the top of the cupboard. She emerged from below the counter, rubbing her head. She glared at the young man standing in her doorway, and walked towards him.

 

 

 

"What're you doin 'ere, eh?" she snapped, "I already payed my taxes!"

 

 

 

"N-no ma'am," stuttered the man, "I'm not collecting!"

 

 

 

"Oh dearie!" said Mrs. Bailey, her face softening, "I'm sorry love, but sad thing is, I don't 'ave any meat!"

 

 

 

"No no no," said the stranger, chuckling, "I'm not here for meat! My name is Kenneth, I have come to ask you a favor!"

 

 

 

"What sort of favor?" asked Mrs. Bailey, stepping back, "I ain't sinkin to THAT level and if that's what you're expectin' then get out!"

 

 

 

"Once again ma'am you are mistaken!" said Kenneth, laughing openly this time, "I've been sent to ask you to use your shop at night!"

 

 

 

"For what?" inquired Mrs. Bailey, "You plannin' on sellin' stuff 'ere?"

 

 

 

"No," said the Kenneth darkly, "We need it as the meeting place for the resistance!"

 

 

 

"Who's resistin' what now?" said Mrs. Bailey, utterly confused, "I never heard of no resistance!"

 

 

 

"It's relatively new," said Kenneth, blushing, "We don't have many members, and right now we don't really have anywhere to meet, would you help us?"

 

 

 

"Hmm," Mrs. Bailey scratched her chin, deep in thought, "I'll tell ya what. You give me 50 gold per meetin' and you got a deal!"

 

 

 

Kenneth's eyes lit up, and he started to smile, "I'll see what I can do!" He said, running out of the shop happily.

 

 

 

Mrs. Bailey put up the closed sign, and headed to her small home. She walked into a dingy living room, slumped in a chair with a sigh, and before she knew it she had drifted asleep.

[MuffinMaddy]

lol! You used my English Teaher's name....the name I also used to describe the boat in my story 'SURVIVAL' posted also in Varrock Library hint hint...

 

Anyway, a very engaging opening. Keep up the good work!

 

 

 

~SuGa~

[Hawks]

Sounds good so far.

 

 

 

Odd though... My english teacher's name this year was also Mrs. Bailey...

[mr_dude160]

lol wow, i didnt know that it was such a common name. Tbh i know no one with the last name bailey, it just popped into my head xD

[Bluejayfan94]

Lol, Mrs. Bailey. Thats my high school's Vice-Principal!

[mr_dude160]

Kenneth walked down the street, a little bounce in his step, and came up to a door, with a large, dark green symbol of Guthix painted on it. He knocked on the door three times, then kicked it. He heard the clicking of a series of large door locks being unlocked, and the door was cracked.

 

 

 

"State your buisiness," said an old woman through the crack.

 

 

 

"I wish to see our leader," whispered Kenneth, excited, "I bring good news!"

 

 

 

The door opened wider, and the pale, wrinkled face of an old woman peered out.

 

 

 

"Ah," she said, grinning, "Little Kenny! Come in, come in! I'll go fetch the one you seek."

 

 

 

Kenneth walked into a dimly lit corridor. To the right were stairs leading up to the second floor, and to the left, a small cluttered kitchen. He heard muffled voices from the floor above, followed by footsteps coming down the stairs. A bearded man in tattered clothes came into the corridor, a smile on his dirty face.

 

 

 

"Ah, Kenneth!" he said with a large grin, shaking Kenneth's hand enthusiastically, "I hear you bring good news!"

 

 

 

"Yes indeed sir!" said Kenneth, his eyes lighting up, "I found a woman to allow us to use her deli as a meeting place!"

 

 

 

The bearded man's face fell. He scratched his beard, deep in thought.

 

 

 

"A deli you say?" he asked, sitting down at a desk, scrawing something on a peice of paper, "Don't you think that would be suspicious? I mean, no one can afford meat these days. What with the tax raises. A full deli would be quite suspicious indeed. I want you to see if she has a basement, and a large one too.Tomorrow I want you to give her this letter I am writing. It is a letter of gratitude, including a contract which is to be returned to me. She will have to join if we are going to be using our facilities. Don't let this letter fall into the wrong hands. Now go, get yourself some sleep."

 

 

 

The bearded man patted Kenneth on the back, and handed him the letter. Kenneth nodded, took the letter, and with a brief wave, walked out the door.

[Bluejayfan94]

Very nice :thumbup:

[llamster]

Nice story, besides a few things.

 

 

 

First, no government would impose taxes so high that they would badly impact the economy unless they are trying to oppress the people, which is something you might want to add to your story.

 

 

 

Second, if the old woman knows Kenneth very well, then wouldn't she have let him in right away?

 

 

 

Third, if they already have a headquarters, why would they want to use Mrs. Bailey's deli as a meeting place?

[Bluejayfan94]

Nice story, besides a few things.

 

 

 

First, no government would impose taxes so high that they would badly impact the economy unless they are trying to oppress the people, which is something you might want to add to your story.

 

 

 

Second, if the old woman knows Kenneth very well, then wouldn't she have let him in right away?

 

 

 

Third, if they already have a headquarters, why would they want to use Mrs. Bailey's deli as a meeting place?

 

 

 

 

 

Hmm, never thought about the third question... 10 Points for a good question

[mr_dude160]

um. they dont? He went to the guy's house.. They still needed a way to convey that they were part of the resistance.. And she didnt open the door wide enough to gather who it was, so she wouldnt have let him in right away.

[mr_dude160]

A week had passed. Mrs. Bailey had finalized making her basement the headquarters, and was even going to attend the meetings. Although she was afraid of causing a stir, the government worked to make the rich richer, and the poor poorer. Like that was possible, she barely had money left to throw around, after all the bills were paid. But she decided it was time to take a stand.

 

 

 

Night fell, and Mrs. Bailey put up the closed sign. Rather than going home, she sat down at a table, gazing out of the window. Five minutes passed, and as she was starting to doze, there came a knock at the door. She stood up, and cracked the door.

 

 

 

"Hello?" she said cautiously peering out, "Ah! Kenneth, come in dearie. Where's the rest?"

 

 

 

"Hello ma'am," he said, with a slight bow, "They're on their way."

 

 

 

Within another five minutes, the dark room was crowded with people. Mrs. Bailey came out with a lantern, and beckoned to the crowd of people.

 

 

 

"This way, the lot of ya!" she said, opening the door to the cellar, "Ya didn't think you were gonna meet up 'ere did ya?"

 

 

 

She stood and watched the members file past her, all saying a breif greeting before stepping into the dank cellar. She followed behind, and shut the door. She shoved her way through the crowd to light some more lanterns, before turning to the people.

 

 

 

"Sit why don't ya!" she said, motioning to some chairs shoved towards the back of the cellar, "There's more than enough for you lot!"

 

 

 

After the general commotion calmed down, Kenneth stepped up. He had a grim look on his face, and looked around the room somberly.

 

 

 

"My friends," he said, his face falling, "I have horrible news. Our dear leader was arrested just last week, and was killed for resisting. The resistance is dead."

 

 

 

"Hey!" said Mrs. Bailey, interrupting the outcry from the crowd, "Now don't be sayin' that. He was one man, ONE MAN! Now, what sort of stuff has this group done?"

 

 

 

"N-N-Nothing, ma'am," said Kenneth, cowering under Mrs. Bailey's inquiring stare, "We just got this group started!"

 

 

 

"Then what're ya cryin about?" she said, patting Kenneth on the shoulder, "Look at me, it'll be all right. Here's an idea, you start leadin'. You're a good lad, a good lad. You'll do fine. And for all of you. It's time you take action! Our government has been opressing us for too long! For too long have the rich stayed rich, while we wallow in fith, and poverty! Too long have we been unfairly taxed, to the point where we can't buy anythin, but what we need to survive! Those pigs are taking just enough to keep us alive, fillin' up their pockets. I say, we stand up! No more sitting idly by, watching out pockets empty, along with our stomachs! We need to prove that we are a foce to be reckoned with!"

 

 

 

The crowd cheered, and Mrs. Bailey sat down, allowing Kenneth to take the floor.

 

 

 

"Very good, ma'am" he said, clapping, "Very good indeed."

 

 

 

This was met with another uproar from the people, which took a few minutes to quiet down enough for Kenneth to resume.

 

 

 

"Now," he said, "It is time for action. We need to elect leaders for a select group of people, masters of stealth, people who blend in, to get back at our oppressors! Do I hear any nominations?"

 

 

 

A large chunk of the crowd stood up, all nominating Mrs. Bailey. With no opposition, all eyes were on Mrs. Bailey.

 

 

 

"Well dears," she said, smiling, fanning herself, "This is all very flatterin', but I don't think, ah hell, I accept, not for me, but for the people of Varrock!"

 

 

 

Mrs. Bailey was once again met with cheers, and Kenneth decided that the meeting had made a lot of headway, and they would resume the week after. After the crowd had dissipated, he pulled Mrs. Bailey aside.

 

 

 

"Ma'am," he said, "I need you for something important."

 

 

 

"What is it love?" she said warmly, "I'd be glad to help."

 

 

 

"I need you to go on an undercover mission," he whispered, looking into her eyes, "You need to gather information about the other side for the next meeting."

 

 

 

"And how do you propose I do that now?" she said, hands on her hips,"I can't just pull all that information out of my corset! How do you suggest I retreive it?"

 

 

 

"Well," he said with a sigh, "You need to go undercover as a-"

 

 

 

"You're not thinkin," she gasped, taken aback, "Me, as a, I could never! Would I have to-"

 

 

 

"No!" he said, holding up his hands, "Just gather information while their back is turned, and then escape."

 

 

 

"Well that's doable," said Mrs. Bailey, a thoughtful expression on her face, "Let me think about it, now get on out, I have to get me beauty rest, you know."

 

 

 

Kenneth headed up the celler stairs, and Mrs. Bailey blew out the last lantern, before heading up herself.

[Bluejayfan94]

Ooo the resistance is dead.. or maybe ISN'T dead. I guess we will have to fin out

[mr_dude160]

sorry for the long absence, on with the story!

[mr_dude160]

A few nights later, Mrs. Bailey started on her first mission. She had spent the week preparing, gathering clothes, scouting out places to pick up men. She grabbed a lantern, lit it, and stepped out the door of her shop. She lookd around cautiously, and set off down a dark alley.

 

 

 

She arrived in the square, a spot for "women of the night" to get buisiness. She saw at least three other women, all holding lanterns similar to hers. They would walk up to a man, put their hand on his shoulder, and the work would begin. After a short break, she found a rich looking man, and walked up to him.

 

 

 

"Hello there love," said Mrs. Bailey, putting her hand on the man's shoulder, "How are you tonight?"

 

 

 

"Why hello," he said smiling, "You a workin' girl?"

 

 

 

"I'm not cheap, sir" said Mrs. Bailey, a stern look on her face, "Best be willin' to pay."

 

 

 

"Price is not an issue," said the man, chuckling, "As long as you do the job right, that is."

 

 

 

"Only the best!" she said, a devillish grin on her face, "Only the best..."

 

 

 

They left the square, and went to the Blue Moon Inn. He stepped in first, and walked to the bartender.

 

 

 

"Hello sir," he said, a slight bow, "I would like to rent a room for the night. Any openings?"

 

 

 

"Indeed sir we do," said the barman, grinning, "And it has a lovely view for you and the missus."

 

 

 

"Oh lord no," he said, laughing, "This isn't my WIFE!"

 

 

 

"Ah," said the barman, pulling a key from under the bar, "Then don't let me distract you. Here is your key."

 

 

 

The man took the key, and headed for the stairs, Mrs. Bailey leaned toward the barman, and whispered.

 

 

 

"Thanks Kenneth," she said, "I owe ya one." She winked, and headed up the stairs. The man led her into a room with a balcony, and shut and locked the door. He turned around, and took off his jacket.

 

 

 

"So love," she said, "I didn't catch your name."

 

 

 

"It's Wilson," he said, "Todd Wilson."

 

 

 

"Mr. Wilson, eh?" She said, unlacing her boots, "Well Mr. Wilson, I got a surprise for you."

 

 

 

"Aha!" he said, a jovial expression on his face, "Frisky are we?"

 

 

 

"Very," she said, pulling a knife out of her boot, and plunging it into Mr. Wilson's stomach. She covered his mouth and turned the knife with a sick, squelching sound and he let out a grunt, pulling at her hands. She yanked the knife out of his stomach, and stabbed again. His blood gushed out of the wounds, drenching her dress. He fell limp, and she dropped him. He fell to the floor with a thump, and Mrs. Bailey started to raid his pockets. Inside she found a small sack of coins, and a golden pocket watch. She also found a small card, on it scrawled an address, and the next day's date. She stowed the loot, and headed for the door. She crept down the hall, down the stairs, and rushed over to Kenneth.

 

 

 

"Kenneth," she said, pointing to the ceiling, "You may have a mess to clean up in the morning."

 

 

 

Kenneth looked up, and noticed small red drops coming from the cracks in the floorboards. He looked at her, a serious look on his face.

 

 

 

"Mrs. Bailey," he said in very stern tones, "Such a mess! I thought you were cleaner!"

 

 

 

Mrs. Bailey laughed a bit, stood up, and walked out the door, waving to Kenneth. Her body started to shake, and she rushed home. Once she arrived home, she ripped off her dress, and threw it into the fireplace. She got into bed, sobbing, and eventually drifted into a deep sleep.

[Numer0_un0]

Very good so far, keep it up! :thumbsup:

[Bluejayfan94]

The wait was worth it

[bloody_scife]

=D>

 

 

 

Worth the wait, indeed.

 

I must say... I didn't see that coming.

 

 

 

Mrs. Lovett leaned toward the barman, and whispered.

 

 

 

Mrs. Lovett, eh?

[mr_dude160]

Fixed that... Yeah, i was watching sweeney todd at that point in time... ;_; and Thanks for all the compliments

[Bluejayfan94]

Fixed that... Yeah, i was watching sweeney todd at that point in time... ;_; and Thanks for all the compliments

 

 

 

lol

[What980]

Oh, this touched my tra-la-la.

 

 

 

I hope Connor reads that. :lol:

[Bluejayfan94]

Oh, this touched my tra-la-la.

 

 

 

I hope Connor reads that. :lol:

 

 

 

Tra-la-la? This is the real world my friend, not a place where there is Tra-la-las