The Not Retirement Home for the Elderly

[JanesBatter]

"Hello, and welcome to the NOT Retirement Home for the Elderly!" A sweet and loving droid's voice sounds every time a visitor walks into the two metal laced glass doors as it directs that person to the board of visiting. Many people lived here ever since the grand opening some years back, and many stories have been traded from those aging too fast for their legend to carry on. This was the Not Retirement Home for the Elderly, where the Elderly, no matter of religion or politics, were allowed to live.​

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The twenty story building has about eight hundred rooms, with everyone's favorite meeting place fit with their own televisions, couches and armchairs, and service droids bustling around with medication, beverages, and usually very soft foods for those who could not chew or so much as get up to move to the down floor cafeteria.​

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Jane of floor eleven, room one, sat peacefully in the center room with two heavy eyes staring at the screen where an older action film played, and a sweet loving set of needles knitted together some string of wool into an overly large scarf, being made for weeks. Around her was enough room for company, movable game tables, and several films to pick and choose from.​

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If only, there were more visitors this time of year! ​

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[[ OOC NOTE: This is an open role-play, but please do not kill the Elderly. This role-play is not to be taken too seriously, and is not responsible for any canon material. You are allowed to play as you would your character elderly, or a visitor. Enjoy! ]]​

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[member="James Justice"]​

 

[James Justice]

"Gimme my booze!" James shouted through gummy lips.

He was old. Really old. How old, you ask? The legends said that when God said "let there be light" James was the one to screw in the light bulb. They said he was there when they invented dirt. In fact, the whispers went, he was so old that when Noah came out of the Ark, James was there to greet him with a steak and a bottle of booze.

And now he was still as ornery as ever. Yeah, even through his dying eyesight he would check out the nurses. And now he was having a long hard wrestling match with one of the nurses over his bottle of Correllian booze.

'Mr. Justice," she half implored, half shouted, "Your old, you can't have this alcohol!"

"Mr Justice was my father!" James growled back, though through his gummy teeth it sounded less menacing. "I am old! Its not like I am gunning for the longest liver."

She relinquished the bottle at last as she stalked off the brunette woman grumbled, "You sure would have the most bloated liver."

James gave a cackle of delight as he took a pull from his bottle of alcohol. One of the other patroons wheeled close on his wheel chair excitedly, 'Did you do it, James?'

The spacer gave a proud hoot, "Yep, I did."

"There is no way," one of the crabby other fellas grumbled, "No possible way."

"I did too!" James shot back, "I touched her booty a full five seconds. We scrapped for the bottle here, I did it, now pay up on your bets ya suckers."

Ah James Justice. Even as an old codger he still had the moves.

[member="JanesBatter"]

 

[Matreya]

"I was the emperor you know!!" Damien shouted, words muffled by lack of teeth, "I was powerful! I hate two dozen powerful Force adepts a month!" He leaned back in his repulsorlift chair, "It was...

"Great." He murmured the end, "Then my daughters were born. They were amazing. They were the ones that-"

Before he could finish the young man he spoke to sighed and snapped, "Turned you to the light! Yes I know! You haven't stopped repeating your stories since you got here!!"

Damien let his mouth open angrily, but instead of replying, he simply closed the hinge, and glared. Everyone here knew he told these stories to remember! His ancestors had altered their genetics, making them able to live far longer than normal, while retaining a sensitive mind; but that body had been lost, replaced by the Vampir-Anzati, and so despite all his power: he was losing it.

He knew it, which only made it worse.

The fights they had... this thought caught him off guard... who did he fight? Why did the thought make him swell with love..? "Den.." He murmured, eyes widening, tears brimming over the lids to fall to the floor. It had been...

A hundred years since he saw her last... he didn't even know if she was alive... it was possible.. Force adepts easily could elongate their lives..

At this, he planted a hand on the arm of his chair, attempting to Force himself to rise. He would seek her out!!

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[JanesBatter]

A small but amused smirk spread over two saggy cheeks as the knitting continued, and suddenly came to a stop. Jane slid the needles back into the basket and neatly cut away the exess strings. After a moment of struggle, she rose for the first time in two days and gently grasped her cane, making her way to [member="James Justice"] with the full basket in hand.

Just as it seemed he was dealing with his settled bets, she zoned in and lazily threw one part of the literally twenty foot long scarf at him. On his lap now laid a multi-dark and light colored scarf with a fancy little 'J' sticking upside down and backwards, to later be flipped around. "For my favorite scoundrel," She said with a hearty little giggle. Old people giggles and flirts were always the cutest, and you can't lie about that!

Spoiler

Hey cool kid, is this you? http://doctorwho.livejournal.com/6346795.html

 

[James Justice]

[member="JanesBatter"]

The other old fogies in the room let out a knowing "OOOOooooOooOoOoOOooo" as Jane tossed the Scarf on James' bed. Or one half rather. James pulled it close to his waning eyesight. There was only so much that surgery could do for a lad when he was too old to be called "lad" anymore. The spacer quickly (at least for his age) wrapped it around his neck. Why, he looked rather dashing. Some would say he even looked like some sort of Doctor. Or a Baker. ((Bonus points if you catch that one)).

His wrinkled lips curved in a winsome smile, "Well, thank you, aren't you just the sweetest thing."

To which the old fogies said, "OOOOOooooOOoOOoOoOoOOOOOoo" in chorus.

"You get outta here!" James shooed them away.

His comrades stepped outside closing the door amid a lot of jokes about what James was gonna get and--stuff like that. The spacer waited until he was sure they were a decent enough distance away before he leaned on the side of his bed. Well, sorta leaned, more like tried to, while still looking suave as ever, "What do you say we go to the cafeteria and share rice pudding or something?"

"oooOOOOOooOoOooOooooooooo," chimed in a squat old man, his head rising from the nearby window.

"HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT???? WE ARE ON THE FRIKIN TWENTIETH FLOOR?!?!?!?" James shouted in his exasperated old man voice.

Spoiler

Oh yes!!

 

[Darth Ophidia]

The red eyes under her hairless brow followed the nurse's movements closely as she tidied up. The wrinked skin tightened around the burning irises in suspicion as she saw the nurse shifting through the magazines, neglecting to put them back in chronological order. The patient known as Ahzla scowled as only the sourest of old ladies could. Her sodium-infused soul gripping the chance to dish out a bucket of words to the unmindful nurse.

It started with a demonstrative motion of setting down her big, solid teacup with an audible 'clack'. Her hands rubbed together, causing friction to warm the wrinkled skin. The knuckles popped, and the scowl turned into a wicked, near-toothless, grin. The nurse halted as the cup was set down, instincts telling her something was off. The old one focused, the smile turning to a vicious sneer.

The nurse froze in her place, a terrified look on her face as she stared into the wall. Ahzla's fingers curled with a dexterity unbecoming of such a wrinkled old bag of bones. The nurse's hands went to her own face and the nails dug into the flesh before raking down over the skin, again, and again. The ashen-skinned, old woman grinned and chuckled to herself at the bloody spectacle as the nurse started clawing her own face off.

"Sort them in chronological order. Chronological!"

With a wave of Ahzla's hand, the nurse quickly turned and banged her head into the table before beginning to re-sort the magazines in chronological order.

"You no-good filth! Better clean up your mess or I will have you skinned and nailed to the walls! And don't you even think about skimping out on my desert, you know what happens when you disappoint me. Ugh, you are loathsome; pathetic. Not even worthy of licking the heel of an Acolyte. You disgust me. Now get me a fresh pot of tea and some pudding or by the Force I will set your entrails on fire!"

 

[JanesBatter]

The scarf of clean wool-like material spelled out a beautiful little set of words. 'James Joostice's Justice Scarf', and that was a pretty proud and bold thing to write through the length of just one scarf. Jane weakly adjusted her pose on the cane and smirked with wrinkly smooth cheeks drooping down just barely. Her tiny green eyes underneath that mess of thick lens she called glasses watched the elderly Justice with amusement at all of his actions, his owner-like authority. Just a few of the things that could be taken as a serious essential of boyfriend material.

"Well ain't that just sweet 'f ya James. I wouldn't mind a' bite to eat." She said with a happy little tone, reaching to softly pat James on the head with one of her elderly hands. "Anythin' for my little scoundrel."

[member="James Justice"]

Spoiler

The scarf is only a number of the math.

 

[James Justice]

James rose smoothly--or not so smoothly--from his bed. Acompanied with a few grunts and grumbles. He offered her one of his wrinkled and thin hands, "Well, shall we walk?"

"OooooOOOoOoOooo--" began the man at the window.

"FOR THE LOVE OF THE FORCE, WILL YOU STOP IT?!?!" James shouted exasperated.

He grabbed a rock-hard biscuit from his bedstand. The man had been waiting for the right reason to use this, letting it get moldy and gross on the bedstand for three days. With a flick of his wrist, and a little help from the Force, he tossed it like a baseball, strait through the window into the guy's face. That was that.

He began to walk towards the cafeteria. Well, more like shuffle. His slipper-clad feet incurring an electrical storm of static electricity. Man, was he booking it today at the grand speed of .05 miles per hour.

@JanesBatter

 

[JanesBatter]

An amused giggle forced its way past Jane's pale lips as her eyes danced the biscuit and just barely got the last few clips where it hit the invasion. Without seeing what happened to the poor boy from the twentieth floor, Jane gently paced herself to follow the dearest James with the company of her walking stick.

It wasn't a matter of speed when it came to things like this - besides the fact that everyone would be dying in a matter of two years or less - but it was better to enjoy things as they came. For example: Getting to walk behind [member="James Justice"] and study the magnificent booty which kept itself in good condition in terms of Jane's perspectives. That was worth going slower than the R-units that occasionally strolled by.

 

[James Justice]

Well, the spacer reached the cafeteria. Eventually. He probably should have started taking one of those fancy hover-chairs that most of all the other guys had. But Force damn it he was James freaking Justice and he would certainly not end up being some ninny in a chair who couldn't walk. At least.... not as far as he was concerned.

The spacer grabbed a tray and two servings of rice pudding.

"Oh, umm, sir, you can't have those two," objected the perky young new cafeteria lady. Yes, it was true, they did not start out looking creepy and haggard.

"I will have what I damn well please!" James spat back before looking back at Jane with a sweet smile, "What do you want, puddin?"

[member="JanesBatter"]