Disclaimer: I don't own RFR, but I did get this section of FF.net for you! ;D And this is my first RFR fic ever, so please, be a little light on the flames!
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"I'm Question Mark and I'm wondering; will this rain ever stop?" Robbie, a.k.a. Question Mark, radio DJ for Radio Free Roscoe said into the microphone.
"For now, it's still pouring rain, and we're stuck here. Lucky for you, our listeners, you get a longer RFR broadcast for today! And here's some Jimmy Eat World for you all..." Pronto said sarcastically. He started slamming his head down on the table as they all took their headphones off.
"It's not that bad, Ray...At least we have eachother..." Lily patted his shoulder and smiled, he didn't pick up his head and he just sighed.
"Yeah, but what about the long boringness of right now?" Ray said, muffled by the filtering through the table.
"Think of it as one of those overnight camping trips..." Travis laughed.
"Yeah, stuck inside a DJ station!" Robbie laughed along. Ray picked his head up.
"What'd you guys tell your parents about not being home?" Robbie asked the group.
"I told mine that we were staying late for school and we'd probably have to stay the night at Robbie's..." Ray said. The others agreed that they'd said the same. For Robbie, he was "staying the night at Ray's". So everything seemed to work out the same.
"You guys are on in 3..2.." Travis put his finger up for one and they were on live.
"So any callers for what do to on a rainy day?" Question Mark asked. Travis put up the chalkboard that read "Annie, line 1".
"Go ahead Annie..."
"Well, what I like to do is tell some ghost stories in the dark, or maybe just read! And yet on this night I'm listening to RFR..." Annie said and hung up.
"Well, maybe you've got something there, Annie! Thanks!" Lily said with a smile on her face and idea in her head.
"So, I'm Shady Lane, and I'm wondering," she began to laugh, trying to mock Question Mark. "Are there and listeners out there with interesting ghost stories? It'll help the time go by faster!" Shady looked around with a grin. Travis held up the chalkboard again with the name, "Jason".
"What's your story, Jason?"
"Well, here goes. Ok, so there's this place, down south in old Georgia. It's a tavern and inn called The Crescent, and also known as the Haunted Tavern and Inn. Well, the woman who owned it was named Abigail, and the Inn was an old Victorian plantation house with loads of slaves and whatnot. So, Abigail's husband died in the war, but she lived on with her two children, Isabel and Katrina. Katrina committed suicide soon after her father died because of depression and feeling unloved, as she was 16 and Isabel was only 9, and she felt that Isabel was more loved. So one night, she took a rope and hung herself on the balcony. Isabel was married at 13 and moved to Boston with her business husband, and was never ever seen again. As for Abigail, some say she died of a broken heart, and then some say she just went crazy...But for now, the Inn is haunted by their spirits, and some of the slaves, especially the poltergeist known as "Sofinia" in the bar. And some say...on stormy nights like this...you can still see Abigail...weeping for all her family...That's all!"
"Wow...what a story! Sorry to say, we'll have no more time, and no more RFR, for even secret DJ's must get some rest! Goodnight all listeners, and remember, stick it to the man!" Lily and the gang took off their headphones and RFR was done.
"Well, we might as well sleep here tonight, I can still hear that rain..." Robbie told them. Travis was getting his things situated and suddenly sparks flew and he was thrown to the floor, much like another time we've seen...
"Travis!" Ray ran over and saw that his friend was on the floor unconscious. "Guys! Help me!" Lily ran to help and Robbie checked out the problem.
"Travis...hey, can you hear me?!" Lily shook her friend to no avail.
"I've found the problem, you guys. The water's leaking and dropped down to his station." Robbie inspected.
"Well then, is he ok?" Lily looked back at her friend, who's eyes had snapped open and he'd sat up, suddenly. "Travis! Are you ok?!"
"I think..." he was rubbing the back of his head. He stood up and dusted himself off.
"Another near-death escape for the Swami..." Ray put his arm on Travis' shoulder. He grabbed Ray's arm and twisted it.
"How many times, Ray? How many times....?" Travis let go and shook his head. This 'Swami' stuff was getting just a bit old, and somewhat a bit too immature for Ray...
"So...you're sure that you're ok? You don't feel hurt in any place? Maybe you should sit down..." Lily seemed to be on the verge of a little freak-out.
"No! I'm ok, really!"
Those were, pretty much, all words said for a while. Boredom took over, without any mercy, and the RFR gang were the unsuspecting victims of its wrath.
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"I'm Question Mark and I'm wondering; will this rain ever stop?" Robbie, a.k.a. Question Mark, radio DJ for Radio Free Roscoe said into the microphone.
"For now, it's still pouring rain, and we're stuck here. Lucky for you, our listeners, you get a longer RFR broadcast for today! And here's some Jimmy Eat World for you all..." Pronto said sarcastically. He started slamming his head down on the table as they all took their headphones off.
"It's not that bad, Ray...At least we have eachother..." Lily patted his shoulder and smiled, he didn't pick up his head and he just sighed.
"Yeah, but what about the long boringness of right now?" Ray said, muffled by the filtering through the table.
"Think of it as one of those overnight camping trips..." Travis laughed.
"Yeah, stuck inside a DJ station!" Robbie laughed along. Ray picked his head up.
"What'd you guys tell your parents about not being home?" Robbie asked the group.
"I told mine that we were staying late for school and we'd probably have to stay the night at Robbie's..." Ray said. The others agreed that they'd said the same. For Robbie, he was "staying the night at Ray's". So everything seemed to work out the same.
"You guys are on in 3..2.." Travis put his finger up for one and they were on live.
"So any callers for what do to on a rainy day?" Question Mark asked. Travis put up the chalkboard that read "Annie, line 1".
"Go ahead Annie..."
"Well, what I like to do is tell some ghost stories in the dark, or maybe just read! And yet on this night I'm listening to RFR..." Annie said and hung up.
"Well, maybe you've got something there, Annie! Thanks!" Lily said with a smile on her face and idea in her head.
"So, I'm Shady Lane, and I'm wondering," she began to laugh, trying to mock Question Mark. "Are there and listeners out there with interesting ghost stories? It'll help the time go by faster!" Shady looked around with a grin. Travis held up the chalkboard again with the name, "Jason".
"What's your story, Jason?"
"Well, here goes. Ok, so there's this place, down south in old Georgia. It's a tavern and inn called The Crescent, and also known as the Haunted Tavern and Inn. Well, the woman who owned it was named Abigail, and the Inn was an old Victorian plantation house with loads of slaves and whatnot. So, Abigail's husband died in the war, but she lived on with her two children, Isabel and Katrina. Katrina committed suicide soon after her father died because of depression and feeling unloved, as she was 16 and Isabel was only 9, and she felt that Isabel was more loved. So one night, she took a rope and hung herself on the balcony. Isabel was married at 13 and moved to Boston with her business husband, and was never ever seen again. As for Abigail, some say she died of a broken heart, and then some say she just went crazy...But for now, the Inn is haunted by their spirits, and some of the slaves, especially the poltergeist known as "Sofinia" in the bar. And some say...on stormy nights like this...you can still see Abigail...weeping for all her family...That's all!"
"Wow...what a story! Sorry to say, we'll have no more time, and no more RFR, for even secret DJ's must get some rest! Goodnight all listeners, and remember, stick it to the man!" Lily and the gang took off their headphones and RFR was done.
"Well, we might as well sleep here tonight, I can still hear that rain..." Robbie told them. Travis was getting his things situated and suddenly sparks flew and he was thrown to the floor, much like another time we've seen...
"Travis!" Ray ran over and saw that his friend was on the floor unconscious. "Guys! Help me!" Lily ran to help and Robbie checked out the problem.
"Travis...hey, can you hear me?!" Lily shook her friend to no avail.
"I've found the problem, you guys. The water's leaking and dropped down to his station." Robbie inspected.
"Well then, is he ok?" Lily looked back at her friend, who's eyes had snapped open and he'd sat up, suddenly. "Travis! Are you ok?!"
"I think..." he was rubbing the back of his head. He stood up and dusted himself off.
"Another near-death escape for the Swami..." Ray put his arm on Travis' shoulder. He grabbed Ray's arm and twisted it.
"How many times, Ray? How many times....?" Travis let go and shook his head. This 'Swami' stuff was getting just a bit old, and somewhat a bit too immature for Ray...
"So...you're sure that you're ok? You don't feel hurt in any place? Maybe you should sit down..." Lily seemed to be on the verge of a little freak-out.
"No! I'm ok, really!"
Those were, pretty much, all words said for a while. Boredom took over, without any mercy, and the RFR gang were the unsuspecting victims of its wrath.