Whisper Posted June 30, 2004 Share Posted June 30, 2004 By some miracle Kenneth had managed to carry Protiva down the set of stairs to the second floor. She was heavier than she looked. If a new tenant had come in he/she would have experienced a strange spectacle of a man covered in soot, dragging the body of an unconscious woman just ahead of a motley group. This group besides the man and Indian woman consisted of two girls squealing over a slinky, someone who looked like a man yet at the same time a woman dancing oddly, a greasy man with a half-dead squirrel on his shoulder, and a ghost. Now if that new tenant was in any way sane he/she would have most likely run away screaming in the opposite direction. Kenneth slumped against a wall releasing his grip on Protiva. He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his glove. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to turn on his "puppy" tonight. Protiva stirred and moaned. Simon promptly summoned a bucket of water out of thin air and poured it over her face, causing her to become fully awake. Protiva spluttered and blinked, confused. Protiva slowly looked around her then down at her left palm. Protiva's eyes widened in fear and looked around, panicked. "Where is Mr. Fuzzy? What happened to Mr. Fuzzy?!" The crowd of tenents around her just stared. Protiva gasped, "Oh no! The squirrels got Mr. Fuzzy! We need to go save him!" Simon shook his head, "Poor girl, must have hit her head in the dark." Tom said, "Drat, I thought she was going to die." The other tenants gave him an odd look but decided to let it pass. Protiva then noticed the bruised squirrel on Tom's shoulder. Protiva screeched, pulling Kenneth in front of her as a sheild. Candy and Daisy apparently oblivious to what was happening around them Ahhhed as they pushed the slinky which began to "walk" down the stairs. Kenneth managed to get Protiva to let go of him once he convinced her that the squirrel was no immediate threat since it wasn't moving. Protiva saw a small movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see a squirrel futher down the hall with Mr. Fuzzy in his paws squeaking evilly. Protiva cried out, "Mr. Fuzzy!" causing all of the company to turn and spot the offending rodent. The squirrel chittered and began to scamper away. "Oh no you don't!" Protiva yelled, and began to pursue it shouting obscenities. The others followed. Candy and Daisy laughed in glee thinking temporarily that it was a game. What the tenants chasing the squirrel did not know was that Mr. Fuzzy was being used as bait to lure them into a sinister ambush set up by the vermin. The squirrel reached the top of the stairs, paused and waved its rear end at the tenants. Protiva screamed with rage and lunged at the creature. The squirrel leaped nimbly down the steps while Protiva tripped and the other tenants crashed into her. The tenents fell in unison down the stairs in a mass of arms and legs to land in a heap at the bottom, except for Simon who went right through them. As the tenents raised on wobbly legs to their feet a small troop of squirrels attacked. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Revelation Posted June 30, 2004 Share Posted June 30, 2004 [size=1][color=#696969][i]Watching as the other tenants ran around, screaming and squirming, the squirrels began to attack. Candy was amused and apparently in awe that the squirrels were able to devise such an attack. Her eyes widened and gleamed as she watched them, until a small squirrel walked up to her in a ninja-like stance and began to swing around his walnut nunchucks. She was still in amusement and picked up to the squirrel.[/i] "Like, wow. This is, like, so cool! Oh...my...god, Daisy. Like, this is SO awesome!" [i]Looking around, Daisy was nowhere to be found. Candy looked around and saw that the other tenants were huddled in a corner, fearing the attacking squirrels.[/i] "Like, what the hell?" "Candy. Stay where you are." [i]Kenneth's voice was heard, but Candy didn't listen. She merely looked at the squirrels with disbelief and grabbed them all by the tail.[/i] "Candy. Stop and put them down." "Like, why? You know what? Bad squirrels. You need, like, a time out. Like, where's Mr. Waffles?" "Candy...who's Mr. Waffles?" "Hmm? Oh..like. He's this cat who, like, comes around and, like, gives, like, bad..uhm...animals, like, time-outs. Now, like, where is he? Mr. Waffles? Oh, Mr. Waffles? Where are you?" [i]At the sound of Candy's voice, a calico tabby walked in with grace. A sinister look was in his eyes as several other male cats walked in as well. They purred and licked their lips as they looked at Candy.[/i] "Oh, my god! More kitties! Like, awww. Well, then. Mr. Waffles, you need to, like, give these squirrels, like, a major time-out. Ok?" [i]The cats purred as Candy walked out into the cats' playpen and dumped the squirrels in, leaving them with the hungry, vicious cats. Daisy stared as Candy walked back in. Everyone relaxed and several walked back upstairs. Candy waited for Daisy, who waited for Kenneth, who seemed to want to find the circuit breaker. Candy and Daisy were still squealing over the slinky that seemed to "walk" along the stair of boxes and crates.[/size][/color][/i] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shinmaru Posted July 1, 2004 Author Share Posted July 1, 2004 Nebackenezzer: Don't worry about it, a couple days without posting isn't too bad at all ^_^ Like I said in the recruitment thread, I don't expect everyone to be able to post every day, as that's wholly unrealistic, but as long as you don't abandon the RPG, then I'll be happy, heh. "...and that's the last of your money," the teller said. "The total comes to--" "I know what it comes to!" Charlie snapped impatiently. "You don't have to tell me!" "Fine, be that way," the teller smirked. "You're not going to make me disappear, are you?" Charlie glared menancingly at the teller and stomped out of the room, the other tellers laughing gaily at him all the while. Charlie opened the front door of the bank, stepped through and slammed it shut in the face of another person who was going to walk through it after Charlie left. The person hit the front door, and fell over backwards in a heap. "Think they can insult me so easily," Charlie groused to himself. "Why, I could pull better insults out of my ***! And I have, too, now that I think about it..." Charlie walked up to his parking spot, only to find that his car was not in the place that he had parked it. "...where the [i]hell[/i] is my [strike]grilled cheese[/strike] car?" Suddenly, Charlie's old, beat up car came barreling into the parking lot. Charlie dove out of the way into some bushes that were in a few of the curbs seperating some of the parking spots. The car slowed down and parked perfectly in the spot that Charlie had parked in earlier. Charlie approached the car apprehensively, and found Charles sitting in the front seat, with a screwdriver in the ignition. "Charles!" Charlie yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Charlie then noticed a bag of doughnuts in the seat next to Charles. "Oh, thought you'd go on a little joyride and pick up some doughnuts, huh? I'm disappointed in you, Charles...I thought you'd be bigger than that, but I guess you're not." Charlie opened the driver's door, and shoved Charles into the passenger seat, on top of the bag of doughnuts. He then took out the screwdriver, getting a small electric shock for his efforts, and tossed it out the side window. "I'm going to punish you when we get home, Charles," Charlie said. "You've been a naughty boy...oh, wipe that grin off your face, you pervert, you know what I meant!" Charlie jammed the key into the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot. He drove along slowly, when he noticed something in an alley. It was a box. "That is a nice box," Charlie said to himself. "Just imagine the speech I could give on that..." Charlie then went into a self-induced fantasy which included him standing upon the box giving a wondrous speech to the tenants about how idiotic that they were for paying him in coins. "But, sir," Tom interrupted. "I paid you in cash!" "You're still an idiot," Charlie said and burst into a long, overracted cackle. Charlie snapped out of his daydream and grinned to himself. Somehow, during the fifteen seconds it took him to imagine that, Charlie had evaded crashing into another car, so he pulled over onto the side of the road and made his way into the alley. He picked the box up off of the ground gently and examined it. There was a small nail on the bottom of it. "This won't do at all," Charlie said, and he pulled the nail out of the box and threw it onto the street. The nail clinked and clanged against the ground before rolling around for a few seconds and settling itself upright just in front of Charlie's back leftside tire. Charlie smiled down at the box and went back to his car. He opened the back door and put the box down on the seat. He then made his way back over to the driver's seat, and started up the car. He shifted the car into reverse, and pulled back slightly, barely missing the nail. He then shifted the car into drive and pulled out of his parking spot, running over the nail completely. A loud bang shot through the area, throwing Charlie into a complete and utter panic. He twisted the steering wheel every which way, but only managed to swerve out of control and crash into a yellow (not red, yellow) fire hydrant. Instead of rudely shoving the hydrant off of its current position, however, Charlie's car simply filled to the brim with water. "This just isn't my day," Charlie burbled from inside of the car. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeathKnight Posted July 2, 2004 Share Posted July 2, 2004 [color=crimson]"You know that was rather resourceful, Candy." Kenneth said, nodding to her. She must have not heard him in the excitement of the slinky, as it trailed slowly down the 'stairs' the two had crafted. Sighing, Kenneth looked at his neighbors- and he sighed again. At least they had not been devoured to death by weird, intelligent squirrels. He started to pace, but was interrupted by a light crumpling sound that came from underneath his shoe. He leaned down and picked up a small, crudely drawn map of the apartment from a side and then a horizontal view. Several areas on the apartment were marked, including the kitchen and the stairwell. But, the most noticeable note was a large X right next to the first floors stairs with a arrow leading to some garbled language. Only if Kenneth could read squirrel- he would have known the words said "the big kahuna", marking the jackpot- the circuit breaker room. "What a weird little thing to draw. Which one of you drew this?" None of them had drawn it. Kenneth shrugged and pointed at the X on the paper- "Well, it shows there being some sort of basement next to the first floor stairs. Hey, let's check it out- since our broom closet theory failed, this *has* to be it. Otherwise, we're out of any sort of clue. What do you think? I mean, the squirrels and the-" "Would it fix the lights?" Daisy asked, tilting her head quizzically. Kenneth stared at her for a second, and sighed. ".. Yes, yes it would." "Then, like, let's go!" Candy exclaimed, with Daisy nodding cheerfully in agreement behind her. Even the slinky seemed to be excited. It was infectious to the point that Kenneth grinned and shook his head- "Fine," he said "- let's go." So, whomever/whatever wanted to join the little escapade to find the hidden room went slowly down the stairs, the memories of the squirrel attack causing them to go at a pretty cautious, slow pace. Kenneth shook his head, not liking following the lead from a random map written in some weird language. It was like they could be falling into some sort of weird, strategic squirrel trap. Deep in the depths of the basement, the squirrel fuhrer set with what was left of his army, prepared for a last ditch stand in the heavily-booby trapped basement..[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shy Posted July 2, 2004 Share Posted July 2, 2004 Their small group slowly walked down the staircase; many of them clutching onto each other in fear. Of course, nobody was clutching onto Tom, but that's typical. Daisy let go of her tight grip on Kenneth, and stared blankly into the wall for a moment. "Are you like, okay Daisy?" Candy asked. She didn't reply immediately, and only continued to look at the plain white wall, as if she were trying to solve some sort of puzzle. Suddenly she jumped into the air, and moved her focus towards the other tenants. "...where... where am I?!" Daisy shouted, shoving the rest of group down the stairs in an act of self-defense. One by one they crashed onto the cold basement floor, tumbling on top each other in the pitch black room. "Who's touching me?" "I'm touching you." "Who are you?" "I'm your boyfriend." "I don't have a boyfriend." "Oh, dang. It was worth a shot." "Not really. I'm Kenneth." "Ergh..." A feint glow of green light started to appear from the opposite end of the basement, revealing a handful of dangerous-looking squirrels. It appeared one of the squirrels had gotten a hold of a glow stick, or perhaps some sort of radioactive popsicle - it was far too dark for anyone to make the distinction. "This isn't looking too good," Kenneth whispered as the squirrels began to make their approach. "Like, THOSE SQUIRRELS ARE COMING STRAIGHT FOR US!!!" Candy screamed in terror, trying to free herself from under Kenneth, Tom, and the still-unconcious Protiva. --------- Upstairs George slept peacefully in his bed, holding his squirrel-hunting rifle tightly. The events of the night had not affected him at all, for he was asleep before the sun had even set. When moving into his apartment, George had argued with Charlie over the "electricity bill." In his time Mr. Washington had no need for such a device, and certainly had no desire to pay for one after being trapped in the modern day. So in an act of bitterness Charlie remove each and every electrical light from George's apartment, leaving him with only candlelight to illuminate his quarters. This didn't bother him one bit, and he was happier not having to pay the extra expense of such a luxury. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whisper Posted July 2, 2004 Share Posted July 2, 2004 The group of tenants slowly stepped back in fear as the squirrels advanced, waving the glow stick menacingly. Kenneth looked around for something to protect his fellow neighbors with but could not see in the dank dark of the basement. As Kenneth stepped back his foot went into a trap set up by the squirrels. It was a rope loop that tightened around his ankle and pulled him up into a dangling, upside-down position. Candy backed into him and turned around, "Ken, what are you, like, doing upside-down for?! This is, like, no time to play!" Kenneth sweatdropped. Tom swung Imric by the tail trying to keep the rodents at bay. But this only made the squirrels more angry since they now saw one of their comrades was being held captive by the large hairless apes. The squirrels leaped at the tenants, sinking their teeth into their limbs and face. Kenneth could only watch in horror. But then he saw Protiva, lying unconcious on the ground. The squirrels were ignoring her completely. Kennenth took off his goggles and pitched them at her. The goggles missed the target by an embarassingly large margin. Kenneth cursed under his breath. He fished around in his pockets and found his high-tech flashlight. Since the flashlight was out of power it was no use to him now. He threw it and this time it made contact with Protiva's head. Protiva moaned and sat up, rubbing her head. Her jaw dropped as she witnessed the squirrels viciously attacking her fellow tenants. "Be quiet!" Kenneth hissed. "The squirrels don't know you're here. Get upstairs and get help. Now!" Protiva scrambled up the stairs. She looked around wildly. The cats who had aided them earlier were no where to be seen. Protiva's body began to shake from the stress. Protiva looked at her trembling hands, "Oh god, I need a cup of coffee." Protiva ran up the stairs to her apartment and made herself a cup of coffee. She swallowed it in one gulp. The shot of caffein seemed to help stop her from shaking. Protiva suddenly remembered why she was up here in the first place, "Oh yeah...need help." -------- Meanwhile in the basement the other tenants were fighting for their lives. Daisy had managed to rip two squirrles off her leg and proceded to bash their two heads together, crushing their skulls. Imric had awoken and had bitten Tom on the nose, causing him to let go of his tail. Candy wasn't of much help, running around screaming and stomping at the squirrels frantically. Kenneth was trying to pull off a squirrel that had latched on to his face. [I]Where is Protiva?![/I] ---------- Up in her apartment, Protiva stumbled into her bedroom and took down an oriental-looking sword that hung on the wall over the head of her bed. She then took a flashlight out from under her pillow. [I]This is for Mr. Fuzzy.[/I] George awoke to what appeared to be muffled screams downstairs. He dressed and walked into the hallway to see what was going on. Protiva ran right by him with a sword in one hand and a flashlight in the other. "What are you doing?" asked George. "Squirrel hunting," Protiva replied. George clapped his hands together, "Oh goody. I haven't been on a squirrel hunt in ages. Let me nip into my quarters and get my squirrel gun." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Revelation Posted July 2, 2004 Share Posted July 2, 2004 [size=1][color=#696969][i]Kenneth still hung upside-down and Candy had an axe in the basement. She had wondered why an axe would be in the basement, but it hurt her head too much. She then held it in her hands and looked at Kenneth. She giggled and he called her over.[/i] "Candy, Candy! Get over here." [i]With a little prance, Candy walked over and Kenneth yanked the axe from her hand and proceeded to cut himself free. Her lower lip bulged out and it had begun to quiver. Her eyes began to widen into hush puppy eyes and water a bit. Kenneth fell to the ground, stil holding the axe. Candy was near to sobbing. He handed her the axe and she squealed in excitement. THe squirrels were nearing them and were ready to attack. Looking around a bit, Candy realized that Mr. Fuzzy and his friends were nowhere to be seen. Wanting to play with the cats and have them give the squirrels another "time-out", she handed Kenneth the axe back and called Mr. Fuzzy's name.[/i] "Mr. Fuzzy? Mr. Fuzzy? Like, Mr. Fuzzy, where are you?" [i]A faint meow was heard and Mr. Fuzzy had shown his head. He purred as he drew nearer to Candy, with his fellow cat-mates following him. Candy squealed in delight and picked him up, stroking his fur ever-so-slightly. She then saw that a squirrel was about to attack her, when Mr. Fuzzy jumped down and hissed, as did the other cats. Candy looked at the cats and began to name them.[/i] "Like, oh my god, Kenny! Look! It's a cat mafia! Hehehe. Let's name the cats!" "Huh? Busy. Name later. Stupid squirrels, DIE!" [i]Off in her own world, Candy sat on a crate and began to name the different cats that arrived. She then heard a growl and the cats and squirrels looked to the open door. Several large dogs had made their way into the basement and had found "fresh meat". Candy's eyes widened and began to name the dogs as well. The cats stood their ground as the dogs and cats circled the squirrels. Kenneth watched this in amazement. Springing from her seat, Candy had found Mr. Fuzzy's counterpart, Mr. Biscuits. Mr. Biscuits and Mr. Fuzzy seemed to be talking to each other in a strange language that only Candy could understand. She gasped and pranced over to Kenneth who held a bloody axe in his hand. She then whispered into his ear what they said and he could not believe a word she said.[/i] "Candy. Dogs and cats don't understand each other." "Like, yes they can." "No, they can't." "Oh, my god. Are you, like, implying that I'm, like, an idiot?" [i]Kenneth was now confused and raised an eyebrow. He ignored her last comment and watched the animals circle the attacking squirrels. What was strange was that these cats and dogs were smart enough to gather the squirrels and circle them, allowing nothing to escape. [B]-------------------------------Meanwhile------------------------------------[/B] From upstairs, Protiva and George had gathered their weapons and ran to the basement door. Protive had turned on her flashlight and shined it into the dark, dank basement. She had seen the dogs and cats and saw that they had gathered most of the squirrels. She raised her sword and leaped down onto the floor.[/size][/color][/i] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cambrian_Explosion Posted July 2, 2004 Share Posted July 2, 2004 Simon floated around the room, watching the idiotic mortals fighting for their lives. Didn?t they realize that death was not the end? He was living, well, still-moving-around evidence that it wasn?t. Kenneth slowly revolved around, managed to eradicate the squirrel that had attached itself to his face, and finally noticed Simon floating serenely in the middle of utter chaos. ?What are you doing, Simon?! Aren?t you going to help?? Kenneth shouted, as another of the loathsome rodents latched onto his hand. Simon looked puzzled, while at the same time smiling maliciously, ?I am helping.? Kenneth removed his new glove and threw it, chattering madly, across the room, ?You are?? ?Yes,? Simon responded, ?I am not hindering your attempts at defending yourselves.? ?But you?re not helping to kill the squirrels,? Kenneth reasoned. ?I won?t do that unless you say the magic word,? Simon replied in a singsong voice. ?Magic word?? Kenneth muttered to himself, ?Ah, okay, ABRAKADABRA!? ?Nope!? Simon retorted gleefully. Daisy immediately picked up on Simon?s little prank, and shouted as she grabbed at a squirrel streaking over her shoulder, ?Simon, [I]please[/I] help us kill these cute, evil pests.? Simon immediately sprang to attention, ?Ja wohl, mein general!? And with that, he zoomed up the stairs. ?That worked well,? Tom complained, massaging his bitten nose, still a bit peeved that his pet had turned against him like that, and planning what sort of torture he would use against the traitorous rodent. At that moment, the dogs and cats made their grand entrance. And Simon returned, with pots, pans, kitchen knives, and a big wooden mallet for himself, not to mention Protiva and George who came in right on his heels. ?Here you go everyone, grab something and let the killing commence!? And with that, he attempted to crush a small grey Persian that Candy had just named Mr. Smokey, despite glaring evidence that the cat in question was female. "Have you flipped?" Candy demanded, "You're supposed to, like, kill the squirrels, not the cats or dogs!" Simon stared at her blankly. "It's a mammal with grey fur, a bushy tail, and happens to be rabid. What's the difference?" Kenneth repressed the urge to take his ax to the ghost's head knowing that it would be utterly pointless, and would only antagonize the poltergeist. He carefully explained the difference between their feline/canine allies and their rodent enemies. As soon as Simon understood the subtlties, he appologized to the offended cat. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shinmaru Posted July 2, 2004 Author Share Posted July 2, 2004 Cars passed by quicker than Charlie could see. Being a hitchhiker was much tougher than he would have ever imagined. It seemed that not one driver took even a cursory glance at Charlie as they passed by. Charlie sighed heavily; it had been about a half hour or so since his tire had blown out. He had gone to every building around the area, but everyone had refused him use of their phone, so he was unable to call for him. Resigned to nothing else, Charlie then had no choice but to sink as low as to hitchhike. It was really too bad that he was no good at it. "Why don't you try for a bit, Charles?" Charlie asked. "Maybe someone will notice you." Charlie went over to the passenger side of his car, unbuckled Charles from his seat and placed him onto the side of the road. Charles and Charlie stood on the curb, as cars continued to pass them by again and again. Charlie looked down at Charles for a few moments, humming to himself as if he was thinking very hard about something. "Do you know what I think the problem is, Charles?" Charlie asked. "You're not showing enough leg. Whenever a hot chick wants to get a ride, she always shows some leg. Granted, you might not be a hot chick, but it wouldn't hurt to show a little leg, right?" Charlie stared down at a few moments at Charles before snorting. "Hah! Whoever said that showing a little leg automatically made you a slut? You're too insecure about these things, Charles, I swear." After a couple of minutes, a bright red pickup truck stopped near the curb where Charlie and Charles were stationed. Charlie brightened up considerably and went over to the truck, whose window was starting to roll down in response to this. "Hey, thanks for stopping," Charlie said. "Finally, someone here with a little compassion for their fellow man!" "Well, I saw your little buddy flashing some leg, and I thought I'd give you a hand," the truck driver said. He was a burly giant of a man; he had on an orange and white University of Tennessee cap, a sweaty white t-shirt with a plaid checkered vest on over it and tight gray jeans. "Do you mind if I ask your friend for a little favor before I let you guys come with me?" "Uh...sure, why not?" Charlie said. The driver beckoned Charlie closer and whispered in his ears. As the driver continued whispering, Charlie's facial expression gradually changed from one of barely suppressed happiness to one of horrified disgust. He paled considerably when the driver was finished and took a tentative look over at Charles. "Are you [i]serious[/i]?" "Don't judge me!" the driver yelled. "It's a simple request, now will he do it or won't he?!" "Charles...?" Charlie looked over at Charles, his stomach lurching and heaving. "Please don't look at me like that, Charles...it's for the best, you know? I'd do it if I were in your position..." Charlie looked back at the driver, and he suddenly thought that he sounded none too convincing just now. However, he scooped up Charles in his arms and handed him reluctantly over to the truck driver, who took him to the backseat of his truck. "You can drive us to your home," the truck driver said, handing Charlie the keys. "I'll stay in the back." Before Charlie could respond, the truck driver went into the back and became oblivious to anything and everything that Charlie might have been able to say at that particular moment. Charlie wondered just what the hell he had gotten himself into, but decided to just shut up and drive. It would all be over soon and, hopefully, there wouldn't be too much damage back at the apartment building. You guys are doing great so far. Just know that I'll be the one who decides when Charlie finally arrives home - just keep doing your thing :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeathKnight Posted July 3, 2004 Share Posted July 3, 2004 [color=crimson]Disorganized and demoralized, the squirrels looked frightfully to their leader- who was in a fevered stage of thought and planning. He raised his little squirrel hand and directed them to do their best to split in every direction possible. The dogs, cats and various armed humans and spiritual entities did their best to halt them, but the more agile, wilily squirrels were able to initiate some form of guerilla war- splitting the formerly well organized humans, dogs and spiritual entities into varying areas of the room to duke it out. Kenneth and a few animal counterparts were fighting a small contingent of squirrels on the stairs. He sliced two of them in two with the axe, but the others leaped out of the way of his attacks with ease. They started mocking him and the animals with the utmost of personal enjoyment. The dogs and cats seemed a bit distracted by the chaos going on all around them and seemed to be yearning for some sort of direction from Candy. Kenneth glanced back to see if he could get her, but she was busy with a few squirrels of her own. The squirrels were annoyed by his sudden lack of interest in them- who does he think he is?! They leaned down, getting ready to leap up there and 'wake' him back up with a new wound in his face. Before they could, a loud, roaring gunshot went off and the staircase the squirrels had been on was all but gone. Startled, Kenneth whipped back around. There was George standing and wielding a large, old gun. "Yes, this is quite amusing. No one should go without a good squirrel hunt for too long." George said, nodding proudly at his handiwork and starting the process of reloading the gun. "Don't you agree?" "Yeah.. I think this will be my last squirrel hunt for awhile, if you don't mind." Kenneth said, looking from George to Protiva. Protiva had a very intent look on her face- and had a very menacing sword to back it up. Her eyes traced the basement, her flashlight's shine following her eye movement. "Mr. Fuzzy *will* be avenged. Come on, Kenneth! Follow me!" She said with a mix of hyperactivity, vengeance and.. glee? She leaped through the air and right into the first conflict she saw. Kenneth sighed, resting the axe on his shoulder and followed. The squirrel fuhrer rubbed his forehead in desperation- they were still being slaughtered. What could a squirrel fuhrer do? He muttered something in squirrel, as a lone cat strode up quietly behind him, stealthily, cautiously. The fuhrer slammed his squirrel fist into his squirrel palm as he ranted to himself, making various outrageous points and opinions. Mr. Smokey the female cat struck the distracted fuhrer before he even realized he wasn't alone. Mr. Smokey purred to herself contentedly with her new prize.[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wondershot Posted July 5, 2004 Share Posted July 5, 2004 "Hey, I think they're finally retreating!" Kenneth proclaimed with some relief, as he noticed that the cats appaered to be going on the offensive as the foaming squirrels commenced their retreat, now that the head of the invasion had been fully digested at last. Everyone sighed with relief, and, almost in comical unison, brushed their foreheads with their hands and dusted their sleeves of randomly coloured fur. Kenneth looked around the group, noticing that someone was missing. "Has anyone seen Emilio?" Kenneth asked of the group, noticing that their blue-haired friend had gone missing during the big battle. Protiva gasped and looked around. "Oh! You mean that guy...who looked like that girl...who looked like that guy...who..." "Enough!" Kenneth exclaimed, realizing that this could go on and on longer than anyone would have cared to pay attention. "Did you see him..uh..her....uh...Emilio?" Protiva blinked once, then replied: "Oh, no." Kenneth sighed and let the axe fall, and he accidentally decapitated a squirrel that was lying on the floor, dead. He looked at Simon, who seemed to be trying to restrain himself from laughing. "Something funny?" Kenneth asked with a cold glare. Simon burst out laughing, and proclaimed. "I saw...it! It was...upstairs, and..it, seemed to be having some trouble!" Simon yelled, needlessly exclaiming each word, "it", as though it were something truly hilarious. Kenneth sighed and walked up the stairs, but not for very far, as he encountered Emilio almost immediately as he reached the landing. Emilio's head, embedded in the floor at Kenneth's feet, looked up, and greeted: "Hi." Kenneth looked down in disbelief at Emilio's head, since his body was nowhere to be found. Only a disembodied head buried in the jungle of shag carpet. Candy began walking up the stairs, and looked down at the beheaded Emilio. "Oh, where's the rest of your body, silly?" She asked, giggling slightly. Emilio sighed and looked back at Kenneth. "This is a patch of quicksand, which the squirrels must have planted before we got down here. I was in a hurry, so I must have gotten stuck before any of you could have noticed. "Then why is your head still there?" Kenneth asked. "The squirrels, being small and weak as individuals, probably didn't have much time to dig this hole deep enough. Where they got the quicksand, though, is beyond me." "Kenneth, can you go upstairs and see if Emilio left...uh...Emilio's body upstairs?" Candy asked curiously. Kenneth rolled his eyes and reached down to roughly where Emilio's head was, and grabbed him by the shirt. With a very little blit of help from the rest of the tenants, Kenneth and company managed to free Emilio from the trap, and he/she was covered from the neck down in beige muck. "Thanks." Emilio said shortly, and reached into...well, what must have been his/her pocket, and pulled out a tiny object, which no one could identify as it was still covered in the slimy quicksand. Emilio noticed this and rubbed the object on the wall, leaving a brown streak, and the object was a shiny penny, which was kind of contradictory since it was rusty and appeared to have a huge gash mark right down the middle. Emilio stared at it in awe. "It's a lucky penny, It's sure to bring good luck!" Kenneth stared at Emilio, and asked. "Uh, how would you know?" Emilio looked back, expression completely blank. "What? Did I say something?" A strange vision passed over Kenneth's eyes, and he blinked once. "This...isn't...really...happening." Kenneth muttered, hands over his face. Emilio ignored him and walked downstairs, everyone else following. Moments later, among the spilled entrails of the occasional squirrel, and possibly the contentedly purring stray cat, the tenants arrived at the fuse box, where Emilio strode up and opened the box with a dramatic flourish, revealing only one switch, which was missing a fuse. Emilio held up the lucky penny as inspiration flared in his/her eyes. "Let there be light." He/she proclaimed, and used his thumb to jam the penny into the switch. Unfortunately realizing their mistake when he/she forgot to turn the house current off. Emilio sparked and all his/her hair stood on end. Emilio jumped backwards, passing right through Simon, who turned upside down to watch Emilio go by. Emilio slammed into the wall, and fell in a heap at the floor, where most of the tenants looked at him/her. Candy and Protiva began cheering. "Yay! That was so cool! Do it again!" They screamed, and Emilio got up slowly, and proceeded to suck painfully at the thumb which he/she had used to plug the penny in. "Ow." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shinmaru Posted July 6, 2004 Author Share Posted July 6, 2004 Haha, nice ED reference, Wondershot. Charlie sat hunched over in the driver's seat of the truck, glaring at the road ahead of him and trying desperately to ignore the assorted sounds coming from the back seat. The pit of Charlie's stomach felt like it was filled with lead, and he felt the urgent need to vomit profusely upon the dashboard. However, the desire to finally arrive home and escape from all this nonsense easily trumped the desire to sully the dashboard of this truck. After what seemed like an eternity, Charlie finally spotted Apartment Building C off in the distance. He let out a wondrous sigh, at the exact same time as the trucker in the back let out a wondrous sigh. Charlie shuddered to himself and suppressed the curiosity within himself that was telling him to take a look and see just what the hell was going on back there. Of course, since the trucker had told Charlie what he was going to do, and in full detail, Charlie knew all too well what was happening; he just didn't want to witness it with his own eyes. Meanwhile, while the other tenants were attending to Emilio down in the basement, Simon craned his neck, apparently trying to see or listen to something. George, who was stuck between morbid fascination at how many squirrels he had killed and utter revulsion at the squirrel that Kenneth had accidently decapitated, noticed Simon's odd behavior and addressed him. "Master Simon," George said in a very prim and proper tone. "Whatever are you doing?" Before George could get an answer that would satisfy his the curiosity he was feeling at the moment, the poltergeist suddenly bolted past the stairs, through the door and out of the basement. Simon kept plowing forward until he ended up outside, where he spotted Charlie driving up the road in a truck. Cursing to himself, Simon dashed back into the house and into the basement. "I knew I heard something fishy," Simon muttered to himself before coming to a halt in front of his fellow tenants. "Charlie's coming back, everyone!" The tenants, who had been carefully attending to Emilio up to this point, suddenly forgot about him/her and went into a panic. "If he, like, sees us down here, who knows what he'll do?!" Candy yelled. "Don't worry," Kenneth said, the only seemingly calm person in the group. "We just have to get to our rooms [i]quickly[/i]." As soon as Kenneth finished his sentence, the tenants took his advice to heart and advanced up the stairs as fast as they could. With a quizzical look on his face, Charlie slowed the truck down to a stop in front of the apartment building. He knew he had seen something bolt back into the building and he was very certain that it was Simon. Simon was one of the biggest, if not [i]the[/i] biggest, troublemakers in the apartment building, so Charlie was not feeling especially confident about the state of things in there. After he stopped, Charlie shifted the car into the parking gear, and hopped out the door after unbuckling his seat belt. The back door opened and the trucker tossed Charles to him. The glass casing on Charles was slightly foggy, but other than that, he seemed unharmed. "I had a great time," the trucker said. "If you ever need another favor, just give me a holler." The trucker climbed back into the front seat, turned his truck back on and drove off. As soon as the truck was out of sight, Charlie turned around and ran back into the apartment building. He took a look around the front room; everything seemed like it was in order. "Hello!" Charlie yelled. "Everybody doing okay?!" There was no answer. It was then that Charlie knew that something wasn't right. He then went over to the basement area. The door was still closed. Charlie opened the door and stepped inside. He noticed a streak of brown on the wall. He began to walk closer to it, when he felt his foot step in something warm and mushy. He looked down and saw his foot stuck in the patch of quicksand. "What the hell is this?!" Charlie yelled, frantically tugging at his foot in order to get it out. "Get me out of here!" Every time Charlie pulled, he got even more stuck in the quicksand. His cries and screams for help echoed for hours and hours before one of the tenants even dared to help him. Charlie lay back on his bed later on that night. He had been trying to get out of that quicksand patch for a full three hours before anyone had shown up to help him. Only his head had remained untouched by the quicksand before Kenneth had arrived; soon afterwards, the other tenants showed up, all of them very tentative about helping Charlie out. After some coaxing from Kenneth and George, however, they eventually agreed to free Charlie, which, despite the fact that he was happy to finally be freed from the quicksand, did nothing to lighten up his mood. None of the tenants replied when he had asked them what was going on. They had all denied wrongdoing of any sort when Charlie asked them about the quicksand patch and he angrily gave up after a few minutes of interrogation. Now, Charlie was in bed, trying desperately to get some sleep. He turned around in his bed and caught a glance out the window. At first, he saw nothing. Then, a bright light overtook him. The light was bright blue-white and pervaded every inch of Charlie's room. Charlie trying to catch a glimpse of where the light was emanating from, but could only see a silhouette of a large, mechanical (to Charlie's estimation) ship. After a few moments, the light faded away and Charlie could barely make out two fuzzy figures scampering into the bushes before his eyesight went back to normal. Charlie again lay back in bed, but this time, he was thinking. Was it possible? Did what he just saw really happen? [b]Was Apartment Building C being invaded by [i]aliens[/i]?[/b] And there's the post, and the opening for the next scenario. I had a specific idea for the aliens, but I think I'll keep it a bit open-ended for now and see where this takes us. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarmaOfChaos Posted July 9, 2004 Share Posted July 9, 2004 [color=deeppink][size=1]Daisy wandered around the halls, carefully avoiding the quicksand, which was being cleaned up by professional quick sand removers on Friday. (How they were found or where they came from remains a mystery). This place was completely strange to her...she couldn't remember anything before being in a stairway and knocking a bunch of people down. Then there had been a war involving a lot of furry creatures and somebody had been screaming somewhere for a long time, but everything still felt kind of fuzzy. "...where the fuck am I?" she muttered, running her fingers against the forgein, blue floral print. Suddenly, she saw a bright flash of light from outside. Daisy, retaining no real logic or common sense (much like most everyone in horror films), went outside to investigate. A large, shiny object was on the ground behind some scraggly, half-dead watermelon vines, and two creatures with riduclously large heads and minscule bodies were crawling around, squealing. "Um. Well, this doesn't really seem normal, but what do I know. Maybe I can eat them!" she grinned and picked one up by its obtuse head, and proceeded to lift it towards her mouth. The alien squealed in terror and she was almost about to bite down, before a door on the shiny thing opened, and a most glorious creature stepped out. Angels sang in the heavens and rainbows (in the middle of the night, too!) appeared, and light burst forth from the heavens in a blaze of glory. "Put him down!" he yelled, running towards her. The young man (or so it seemed) had light blonde hair and glowing blue eyes (literally, glowing) and he was clad in poofy white pants and a lot of blue striped ribbons, although shirtless. He was muscular, yet lean, and oh-so-gorgeous. Daisy quickled abandoned the small, bizzarre thing for the man, sinking her teeth into his flesh. The young alien man shreiked in terror and ran around the yard, Daisy still firmly gripping his arm with her teeth as she was dragged behind him. This resulted in a great deal of noise, and one by one the lights came on in the apartment rooms... -Karma [/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whisper Posted July 10, 2004 Share Posted July 10, 2004 After Protiva and Mr. Fuzzy had an emotional reunion in the basement they walked up to their apartment. Protiva was so tired she didn't bother to scrub a squirrel blood stain off Mr. Fuzzy and promtly flopped down onto her bed and fell asleep without changing. Later in the night Protiva awoke to a shriek of terror from outside. Protiva grumbled and got out of bed. She turned to wake up Mr. Fuzzy but he looked so peacful Protiva figured he needed his rest and walked out of the apartment without him. Half-asleep, Protiva stumbled outside. She stood there and watched as a man in poofy white pants ran by with Daisy clamped onto his arm by her teeth. Protiva blinked and made no move to disturb this very amusing sight. As Protiva looked closer and saw that the man was wearing ribbons, she wondered if he was gay. The man yelled out something she couldn't understand, but it sounded a lot like gibberish. Protiva then turned and saw a door on a large shiny object open. Light poured out of it and she saw a large dark silhouette. Protiva didn't wait to see what the silhouette was. She turned around and ran for the apartment building. She thought she heard loud footsteps behind her and she ran faster. She burst through the doors and dashed up the stairs. When Protiva reached the door of her apartment she dug around in her pockets fratically for her key. She heard loud footsteps behind her. Protiva found her key, shoved it through the lock, and fell through the doorway. Protiva whirled around but before she could slam the door shut a large bird-like foot stopped the door from closing. Protiva looked fearfully up into the face of an emu. At least it looked like an emu. If you looked close enough you could see it had a small pair of antenna on top of its head. But Protiva didn't see the antennae and cooed, "Oh, it is sooo cute!" Protiva stood up and pulled the emu/alien into her apartment. The emu/alien thought it was being captured and panicked. It began shouting in gibberish and overturning all the furniture. "Please, don't do that! I don't want to hurt you!" Protiva pleaded. The emu/alien ignored her and began running around frantically. Protiva began chasing it, "Please, stop!" Protiva tackled it to the floor. The emu/alien began screeching. "Be quiet! You'll wake up Char-" [B]Knock, Knock[/B] Protiva and the emu/alien both slowly turned their heads towards the door. [B]Knock, Knock[/B] "It's me Charlie! Open up!" Protiva called out sweetly in a singsong voice, "Just a minute!" Protiva stood up and so did the emu/alien. "Oh my god! Charlie is going to kill me! Where am I going to put you!" Protiva began looking frantically about herself. But there isn't a lot of places in an apartment where you can hide an emu-sized, emu-looking alien. The alien seemed to realize the urgency of the situation and cooperated when Protiva stuffed it in a closet. Protiva leaped to the door and catiously opened it. Charlie took one look at the disarrayed furniture and at the weak, nervous smile on Protiva's face and knew something was afoot. Charlie stepped in, "I heard I lot of noise coming from your apartment. You alright?" Protiva wrung her hands, "Oh...er...yes...I'm fine." "Then you don't mind if I look around?" "No...I mean yes...I think." Charlie saw Protiva's eyes dart to the closet and he smiled evilly and began walking towards it. Protiva jumped in front of it, "Do you...want a cup of coffee?" "No and if you don't mind I'll take a look in that closet." "You can't!" Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Why?" "Because...because...Mr. Fuzzy puked in there and I havn't cleaned it!" Protiva stammered. "Pens can't vomit." "Yes they can!" Charlie advanced towards Protiva. "Well I'll look anyways." Protiva flailed her arms to block his way. "No! It's really disgusting!" But Charlie pushed Protiva to one side and opened the closet door. Inside was what looked like an emu. Charlie had wanted to yell at a tenant for so long. For so long he wanted to tell at least one of the tenants how stupid they were. Finally he had his chance. With a mask of rage on his face Charlie whirled around and confronted the flailing Protiva. "I knew all along you people were hiding things from me! I knew you hiding something dangerous or illegal...or...or...BUT AN EMU!" "Well...you see..." "YOU'RE AN IDIOT! ALL OF YOU PEOPLE ARE IDIOTS!" "You don't understand!" Protiva racked her brain for an excuse, "This emu...is...is...a gift a friend sent to me who lives in Australia!" Charlie frowned but then he smiled evilly, "Then you must have a lisence that allows you to own him. Where is it?" Protiva stared in mortification but quickly recovered herself. "It's in the kitchen. Let me go get it." Protiva ran into the kitchen and began scrambling around for something...anything. As Charlie began walking into the kitchen with a smug smirk on his face Protiva picked up a frying pan and hid it behind her back. Charlie knew there wasn't a lisence and walked up to her with a look of triumph on his face, "Well, were is it?" "Right here!" Protiva then hit Charlie over the head with the frying pan. The "emu" walked into the kitchen and looked at Protiva then at Charlie sprawled on the floor. Protiva began to fret, "Now look what you made me do! What if Charlie is dead?! What am I going to do with the body?!" The emu walked out of the apartment. Protiva chased after it. "Hey! Come back!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeathKnight Posted July 13, 2004 Share Posted July 13, 2004 [color=crimson]Kenneth had returned to his room after Charlie's questioning and gotten himself a glass of Dr. Pepper. He sipped it contentedly, fiddling with his flashlight as he did. "Oh yeah, this thing was out of juice, wasn't it?" Kenneth said as he set the glass down and got up, walking over the various piles of junk in the "living" room. He scrounged around a bit before finding a few specially created batteries off in a dresser. He popped the old ones out, carefully putting the new ones in- he flicked it on and off a few times. A bright beam of light flashed on and off. He slid it into his pocket and cracked his neck from side to side, feeling a bit fatigued. But no- there was still much to be done! He grinned and slid his goggles on, looking down at his baby- it was time to give it it's first test. He flicked the light off and nodded to himself- this was going to be great. He leaned down slowly towards the switch, getting closer and closer to it.. The suspense was killing him. But a somewhat distracting bright light flashed from outside, inundating his room in an unearthly glow of white and blue. Thankfully for Kenneth, his hi-tech goggles switched immediately to "sunglasses mode", keeping him from being blinded by the strange light. He craned his neck slowly towards the window, as the light disappeared as quickly as it came. "... Yeah, ok." He said, straightening himself up and slowly approaching the window. "What do we have out here, hmm?" He said, grabbing his Dr. Pepper as he went. "Whoa......." ANGELS WERE SINGING! And there were rainbows! Beautiful light poured out from the heavens in a fantastic display. He took a large drink from his Dr. Pepper, watching the light show from outside. It was a great sight to see, really beautiful- the rainbows were a great touch. The angel singing could have been a bit better, but hey- who's to complain? The show in the sky faded, much to Kenneth's disappointment, and a odd looking man hysterically ran towards the apartment- "Put him down!" the man[?] yelled. Confused, Kenneth leaned out of the window and peered down into the yard- Daisy stood there, holding up.. something. Daisy immediately dropped whatever she had been holding and... bit the guy?! Kenneth spit out his drink as the man let out a loud shriek. "Shit, I have to do somethi-".. he began to say. [b]KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK[/b]. "Err.." He jogged to the door and opened it. He stared quietly at an oddly colored emu standing there with am equally queer look in it's eye- it tilted it's head a few times, looking Kenneth over. "The blood hell are you?" Kenneth sipped his Dr. Pepper, having an air of confidence after dealing with the genetically mutated squirrels. This was no problem- what could an odd emu do? "Es gibt eine Frau, die mich jagt! Können Sie helfen?!"The emu said, breathing heavily. ".. Beg your pardon?" Kenneth said, noticing the small, barely noticeable antenna- "[i]Alien emus? And that weird guy outside? This is kinda sweet. Unless..[/i]" his train of thought trailed off to all the alien invasion movies he had seen. "[i].. argh, this better not be some sort of weird mass abduction.[/i]" The Emu shook it's head and thought for a moment. It muttered to itself a bit, before glancing at Kenneth's goggles. It pointed at them, "Ich mag Ihre Schutzbrillen," it commented. while nodding to itself. "Um, yeah. I speak English. Not German." Kenneth replied, while leaning back into his room from the German-speaking, alien emu. "Could you try speaking that language?" "Es gibt keine Zeit! Ich bitte um Ihre Hilfe, Schutzbrillemann!" It said, glancing in fear down the hallway. Kenneth leaned out and glanced down the hallway, seeing nothing at all. The Emu looked horrified and was practically in tears, "Fluch. Ich wu?te, da? ich zur Hochschule gegangen sein sollte. Dieser Job ist schrecklich." "Yeah, well. I dunno what to tell you, but I have a question for you, emu dude. You aren't abducting or invading us, are you??" "Wer erklärte Ihnen unserer Pläne? Ich muß Sie mit meinen leistungsfähigen Fähigkeiten kämpfen!" The emu leapt back and got in a martial arts pose, ready and willing to beat Kenneth in.The human arched his eyebrow and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps getting closer- coming up the stairs, at a very hurried pace. The Emu panicked, simply turning and running away as fast as he could down the hallway, away from the stairs. "Viel Zerstörung kommt!!!!" It yelled, warning the human of what was to come. "Yeah, too damn bad I don't speak German." Kenneth shook his head and went back to staring down towards the stairway, getting a bit nervous himself- who or what had the emu in such a panic? Was it some sort of large monster? Some demon? Mayhap more of his kind? He prepared to retreat into his room but.. he sighed as Protiva bounded over the top, hot on the trail of the alien emu. Sigh. "Have you seen an emu?! It was so cute!" She called out, "It lost me down at the second floor, but I'm positive it came up here!" "Yeah, uh." Kenneth said, shaking his head. "He's stuck down at the end of the hallway. So you are the fearsome creature it was afraid of, I should have known." Protiva grinned and honed in on the Emu. It finally resorted to kicking down a nearby door. It ran inside and glanced around in the dark, trying to find some way out- when out of nowhere it got tackle hugged. Kenneth grinned to himself as he listened to the mixed sound of a panicked Emu and a happy Protiva echo down the hallway. He sipped the last of his Dr. Pepper and waltzed back into his apartment, grabbing a bottle of Dr. Pepper- it was time to go help that guy[?] that Daisy had latched onto. He walked outside, glancing back to his brain child and sighing- "Soon, I will test you out. I promise." He headed downstairs, taking sips from his soda as he went.[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarmaOfChaos Posted July 14, 2004 Share Posted July 14, 2004 [color=deeppink][size=1]Kenneth appeared through the creaking back door of the apartment building, with a glorious light shining behind him (where the hell did that come from?) and he posed accordingly as hero music played. The young man stopped dead in his tracks and Daisy sank, liquid-like, to the ground, still attached to him by her mouth. "Daisy...er...I think you should put him down..." Kenneth fumbled, wondering exactly how one addressed to topic of a young girl in men's pajamas eating a glowing ribbon-clad man. Daisy spat him out, and he fell to the ground, whimpering and clutching his arm. "Who are you?" she asked suspiciously, eyeing him up and down and putting her hands on her hips. "What do you mean, 'who am I?'" Kenneth asked, raising an eyebrow, "I'm Kenneth, remember?" he looked at her incredulously. Daisy looked at him hard, as if trying to get back something from her memory. Ken suddenly remembered her amnesiac condition, and wondered if this had something to do with it. A single tear trickled down her cheek. "Daisy..." he touched her arm, and looked concerned. Suddenly, the background turned a lovely shade of pink and bubbles and sparklies appeared everywhere. "Uhm, excuse me, I hate to interrupt this most TOUCHING and HEART-WRENDING MOMENT, but I am kind of BLEEDING here, so do you think I could at least get a BAND AID OR SOMETHING?!?!" the young man yelled, seemingly angry and slightly psychotic, as he waved his arm around, which had a perfect imprint of Daisy teeth structure etched into it. The pink background and sparklies disappeared. ;-; Daisy snapped her head up, as if triggered by something. "I have lots of bandaids!" she squealed, and pulled out a handful of grade-A Hello Kitty bandaging, and some Hello Kitty antibiotic ointment to boot. With the skill of a school nurse, she had wrapped his wounds in 5 seconds flat. They both stared at her, and the awkward silence would probably have continued for a lot longer, except for one thing- "Ich bin für den Prinzen gekommen!" the German-speaking alien emu announed, its feathers flying. Protiva wasn't far behind, followed by Charlie. "Where in the name of the 9 muses did that thing come from?!" Kenneth sputtered, as the emu had seemingly appeared from nowhere. Daisy, however, was preoccupied with other things. "You come for the prince? What prince?" Daisy addressed the Emu. The Emu, realizing the strange girl with what seemed to be overdone barely clad Earth females printed all over her clothing understood his language, pulled her aside and they had a brief conversation. Daisy they turned around and climbed the podium (where the hell did THAT come from?!) and spoke to the group of people which had assembled outside. "This is Commander Käse. He has come from planet Molkerei in search of Prince Ribbon (she pointed to the glowing alien man). His people intend on using the Prince as the power source for their Ultimate Weapon, die Moo Moo Kuh. With their ultimate weapon, they shall abduct all the humans in this apartment building for many experimental tests which will probably result in physical and emotinal scarring for the rest of our lives. Any questions?" Daisy smiled brightly and looked around. The audience stared, most of them with twitching eyes and mouths agape. - - - Cultural Notes: Kase means cheese, and Molkerei means dairy. Die Moo Moo Kuh means The Moo Moo Cow. This is all in parody of DBZ. -Karma[/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cambrian_Explosion Posted July 14, 2004 Share Posted July 14, 2004 Simon decided to take a midnight stroll through the clouds, before getting back to his [U]Harry Potter[/U] book. But just as he exited the building through the wall, ANGELS WERE SINGING!!! The heavens opened up and a glorious light spilled out, and rainbows danced their way down to earth. [I]Hell, have I died again?[/I] Simon wondered silently, [I]Well, if I have, I hope I get all the way to the top of the ladder before St. Peter kicks me off for bad behavior again.[/I] He watched as Daisy tried to eat some guy, then followed the alien emu into the apartment building. By then, he'd lost interest with the whole situation, and returned to his apartment to read. He never had the chance to read two words. The man who was about to become Daisy's next meal was screaming something awful, and there was quite a bit of yelling in German coming from downstairs. He finally shut his book, unable to concentrate, and headed through the floor to put a stop to whatever was going on downstairs. Unbeknownsed to Simon, the alien emu and Protiva were making their way upstairs as he came through the floor. Simon entered Protiva's apartment, it being the only one with the door hanging open, and took a moment to take in his surroundings. He honestly liked the furnishings, even if they were all upended except for the ballpoint pen collection. He decidedly did not like the color of the walls, a glaringly bright pink. He headed into the kitchen, where he found Charlie sprawled on the floor with a lump the size of a baseball on his head. Simon picked him up and dropped him on his head a few times. When it became clear that this only increased the size of the lump and did nothing to wake Charlie up, the mischievous tenant took his landlord into the bathroom, filled up the tub with steaming hot water, and unceremoniously dropped him in. This had the desired effect of waking up Charlie. Simon asked Charlie about what had happened, and he explained about the emu. "Oh, the one that came out of the alien spaceship?" Simon asked. Charlie goggled at the poltergeist. "Alien spaceship? Did you just say ALIEN SPACESHIP?!?" Simon produced a tape recorder from his pocket (how the heck could something solid stay in a ghost's pocket!?!), rewound it, and played it back. "Oh, the one that came out of the alien spaceship?" Simon's voice asked. "It's right outside, if you want to take a look," Simon explained. Charlie bolted through the door, ran to the stairs, and collided headfirst with the emu, which had managed to escape Protiva's headlock. Protiva took one look at Charlie, and screamed "OH MY GOD, CHARLIE'S COME BACK AS A GHOST!!!!!!!!!!!" With that, Simon whipped a metal bar out of nowhere, and smacked Charlie across the shins with it. "YYYYYYAAAARRRRRGGGGGG!!!!!!!" Charlie screamed in pain, and fell back on top of the emu, which was trying to rise after being knocked off its feet by the charging Charlie. "Now, if Charlie had been a ghost, the metal bar would have passed harmlessly through his shins. It did not. If Charlie were undead, he would not have felt pain, and therefore would not have screamed in pain. Are you convinced that Charlie is not dead, Protiva?" Simon asked innocently. Protiva nodded and let out a sigh of relief. At that very moment, the German-speaking alien emu broke free and fled down the stairs, with Protiva in hot pursuit. Charlie limped after her, having half a mind to yell at her again for lying to him. Simon followed, taking to the air so he could get a good view. After Daisy explained exactly what the aliens intended to do with the humans, Simon shook his head in disbelief. [I]As if this particular cross-section of the human race weren't mentally scarred enough as it is, with me hanging around,[/I] Simon thought. Then what Daisy had said sank in, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. [I]The aliens will take away all the people, and I'll have nobody to play practical jokes on! I'll have to move[/I] again[I]![/I] Simon let out a sigh. [I]No getting around it. I'll have to help these people again.[/I] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wondershot Posted July 20, 2004 Share Posted July 20, 2004 During the course of these chaotic few events, few people had realized that Emilio was, in fact, not even in the apartment at the time. Instead, he/she was enteraining a crowd of wild fans at the local arcade/disco/nightclub, where he/she was dancing up a storm amid a sea of blue and pink neon on the large stage for DDR freestylers. Dressed in a midnight blue jacket with bright silver sequins, a pair of purple velvet sweatpants, and dark black platform shoes, Emilio was the hit of the night, what seemed especially strange was that all of his/her crowd appeared to be dressed in equally ambiguous clothing, and therefore, nobody could really identify the gender of anyone in the crowd. Emilio, after finishing a spectacular freestyle of [URL=http://www.ddrfreak.com/stepcharts/stepchart.php?song=dynamiterave_downbird&mode=Single&difficulty=Maniac&code=Normal&Submit=Submit]'Dynamite Rave -Down Bird SOTA Mix-(Heavy)'[/URL], in which he/she hit the remaining notes on a handstand, turned around to gracefully accept the roar of the throng who had turned up to watch. The ever-ambiguousEmilio produced a bright white duffle bag from his/her pants, and his/her equally ambiguous crowd began to stuff it with quarters. Evidently, all DDR fans believed that only arcade-machine-quality quarters were the only currency that mattered in the slightest. "Do 'Sana Morrette ne Ente!'" a fan donning a bright curly orange wig shrieked with glee from the front row, and Emilio accepted the fan's quarter, preparing to oblige, but then Emilio noticed some commotion from the back alley, near where the apartment building was located, and decided that it would be best to make sure his/her home was not being investigated by the police, since he/she was very sure they would find something of illegal nature in his/her apartment. Defying the ground-rumbling roar of the crowd, Emilio stepped gracefully off the stage, and accepted a few more quarters before removing the platform shoes and running off towards the apartment in his/her bare feet. Anarchy reigned supreme inside the apartment complex, as Emilio entered, only to part to admit a hysterically screaming Protiva, and what appeared to be an emu following close behind. Simon was rushing up and down the stairs, seemingly more agitated than usual, and Candy appeared to be cheering the entire goings on gleefully. Emilio looked over at her, and she screamed at him/her in return. "It's like a race! Isn't it great?!" Emilio poltely avoided answering, and watched as Charlie limped by, screaming some profanities as the rest of the panicking crew began to outlap him around the building. Emilio walked for the stairwell door, when it burst open from the inside and smacked Emilio in the head, Emilio fell limp to the ground, and the alien prince rushed by from the stairwell. Prince Ribbon stopped and stared down at the unconcious Emilio, and Kenneth rammed into the prince from behind. Kenneth carned his head over the prince's shoulder, who knelt down to get a closer look at Emilio. Kenneth stared at him. "What's the matter?" The prince appeared to be beyond words, a sweatdrop ran down his forehead, as he stared down at an unconcious Emilio. "She is the most beautiful being I have ever seen." Daisy screamed and began clapping ever harder. "Wow! You're going to have a girlfrien...uh...a boy...uh..." Kenneth stared down at Ribbon and began: "Um...well, Emilio's actually...uh..." Ribbon looked up at Kenneth, eyes filled with tears, asking: "Is something the matter?" In a flash, Kenneth realized that there was nothing left to explain, an alien man-like person paired up with the equally female-like Emilio was almost a match too perfect for reality. Kenneth backed off, leaving Ribbon to admire Emilio in all his/her unconciousness. "I must ask her to be my bride!" Ribbon exclaimed feverishly, sweating even more profusely at the mere sight of Emilio, who, before his eyes, proceeded to return to an upright position almost fluidly, and then walk right by him as though he didn't exist. "Are the police here?" Emilio asked Kenneth, who seemed sweaty as well, from the ordeal in progress, as well as all the running. "Um...no, but there are aliens here, and...they might kidnap us all..." Emilio cocked an eyebrow at Kenneth, and Ribbon seemed too nervous to speak. Emilio continued. "So...maybe we should try and find some way of getting them to go?" "Probably a good idea...since I don't really want to be scarred emotionally for the rest of my existence." Kenneth replied. Ribbon began sweating even more, to the point that a puddle was materializing on the floor. "I might have an idea, but I'm going to need your help." Emilio said, leading Kenneth up to his/her apartment. Kenneth followed closely. "Ok, what am I going to have to do?" "I'll explain when you see it." Ribbon, still sweating profusely, followed the two of them upstairs. Daisy wandered off again, having lost interest since there was no more running, and Protiva, Kase, Simon and Charlie continued to chase each other, long having forgotten who was after whom... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Revelation Posted July 20, 2004 Share Posted July 20, 2004 [size=1][color=#696969][i]Candy stood there, but then soon grew tired of the "race". She yawned and began to think about her addiction to candy. She rummaged through her pockets and had found another lollypop. This was her favorite of all. It was a green apple lollipop with gum in the middle. This put her on a high like none other. Daisy walked over to her after wandering off and Candy had given her a lollipop as well. Daisy, taking the candy, grabbed Candy's hand and led her back upstairs. Candy then heard Prince Ribbon's mumblings about Emilio and thought it to be strange, until she realized that Kenneth was leading them. She took her sucker out of her mouth and called out to him.[/i] "Hey, Kenneth! What ya doin'?" "Huh? Nothing...hmm. Actually, come with me, you two." [i]The two girls looked at each other, then to Kenneth before nodding and answering "OK" in unison. They then followed the other three as the two girls sucked on their lollipops, not knowing what they were going to do. Still with a crowd, Candy and Daisy followed Kenneth, Emilio, and Prince Ribbon.[/size][/color][/i] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shy Posted July 21, 2004 Share Posted July 21, 2004 George was relaxing in his quarters, sipping some tea and reading the latest issue of "Plantation Owner's Monthly" when he heard a loud knocking at the door. He quickly threw on his powdered wig and went to see who it was. Upon opening the door, a phantom cream pie appeared out of nowhere and slammed into George's face. "[i]Simon[/i]," He grumbled, wiping away bits and pieces of pie off of him, "What brings you to my doorstep?" "I dunno, got bored." The spectre replied, readying another set of pastries for an assault, "Everyone is running around, chasing aliens. I figured you might be more entertaining, thinking you are George Washington and all." "I [i]am[/i] George Washington!" George shouted slamming the door in anger. A moment passed, and George opened it again from curiosity, "Did I hear you correctly, aliens?" A second pie flew into the president, "Yeah, aliens." "I'm not familiar with this term. Explain." Several minutes passed, and Simon explained to George everything that he knew about aliens, most of which he had learned from popular television series and books. "These "aliens" are technologically advanced?" "Yes, very much so. But they look like Emus." "Emus?" Several more minutes passed as Simon explained to George everything he knew about Emus, although most of that information was incorrect -- Simon seemed to confuse Emus and Ostriches. "So, if I can find these "aliens," they might be able to travel through time. They could send me back to my own time! Let us go find these aliens, capture them and force them to send me back in time." "How are you going to do that?" "With my squirrel-hunting rifle, and my steed." "Steed?" "Smarty Jones!!" [b]Clomp, Clomp, Clomp![/b] "You have been keeping a horse inside of your apartment?" "Not just any horse, the winner of this year's Kentucky Derby." "You stole the horse than won the Kentucky Derby," Simon grinned with delight, "That's awesome! I'd love to help you and your horse capture those aliens. Let's do it!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whisper Posted July 21, 2004 Share Posted July 21, 2004 Protiva, Charlie, and Kase had been running around and chasing each other so long that they collapsed in exhaustion. Seeing the party was over Simon drifted away, grinning broadly. Protiva noted it as the gone-around-the-bend-and-won't-come-back smile that Simon always wore while in his destructive mood. Protiva wondered what kind of chaos he was planning and frowned. [I]Dang, I left my apartment door open. I hope Simon doesn't go in there and stuff my cosmetics down the garbage desposal like last time.[/I] She decided to go back up to her apartment to lock the door and get Mr. Fuzzy. Mr. Fuzzy probably had woken up and was terribly lonely. He was afraid of the dark too...that would pose as a problem. Charlie stirred beside her. Protiva stood up hurriedly. She didn't want Charlie to come to his full senses and start yelling at her again. Protiva bounded up the stairs. She walked into her bedroom to find Mr. Fuzzy still asleep. She plugged the night-light in so Mr. Fuzzy wouldn't wake up in the dark, and tip-toed out as not to disturb him. Protiva had a quick cup of coffee. This helped perken her up. It was very tiring to battle an army of gentically enhanced squirrels, have only one to two hours of sleep, and then to find out that aliens wanted to abduct you and perform very scarring experiments on you. And not to mention the stressing moment of almost losing Mr. Fuzzy. Protiva walked out of the apartment and locked the door behind her carefully. A loud whineying came from the apartment down the hall. Protiva looked down the hallway but then dismissed the odd sound with a shake of her head. Protiva began to walk down the hallway. Protiva was about to pass the door to George's apartment, but then in a mix of whineys and splintering wood a horse burst through the door almost taking Protiva out with its front hooves. George was mounted on the magnificent beast, a gun in one hand. Protiva recognized the gun as the squirrel-hunting rifle. Simon was right behind them cackling with amusement. George looked down and saw Protiva sprawled on the floor. "All you alright miss? I hope Smarty didn't hurt you." He swung off the horse so majestically Protiva wondered if he [I]was[/I] the first president of the United States. George extended his hand and helped her up. Protiva brushed herself off, "You should've told me you had a horse. He's so [I]beautiful[/I]!" Protiva immediatley threw her arms around the horse and gave it a tight hug. She seemed magnetically attracted to every animal she saw. Simon cleared his throat, "We should be going..." George smiled, "Ah, yes..." He mounted his steed and was about to take off when Protiva cried out, "Oh, let me come too!" George turned around in the saddle, "Where are my manners! I forgot to invite you to come with us." George helped Protiva up onto the saddle behind him. "We're going to capture some aliens and force them to transport me to my time. Now hold tight. It's going to be a bumpy ride down these stairs." Protiva yelled in glee as Smarty Jones galloped down the hallway. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wondershot Posted August 3, 2004 Share Posted August 3, 2004 "Ok, that should do it..." Kenneth muffled from underneath the 40' speaker, and came out, coughing lightly and brushing cobwebs from his jacket. Emilio was already hard at work reparing the broken PS2, and Prince Ribbon continued to watch the two of them, absolutely enthralled, when Candy and Daisy burst through Emilio's door and almost tripped over the little furniture Emilio had moved for the occasion. Daisy grinned at Ribbon slightly, teeth still stained red, and Ribbon took a step back. Emilio looked up from the PS2 for little more than a split second and told Daisy and Candy: "Maybe you should help him move the speaker." Emilio said, nodding in Kenneth's direction. Candy and Daisy looked at each other for a moment, then walked over to Kenneth, who was attemting to move the monstrous speaker by himself. A loud crack was heard somewhere down the hall, and a moment later, the First President and Protiva came in through the door, horse, saddle, and all. They seemed equally enthralled with the view of Emilio crouched over a half-assembled PS2 and the trio trying to budge the massive speaker. A few minutes later, with a very little bit of help from everyone else, managed to move the speaker away from the wall, only to see that there was no wall, the speaker was lodged in the opnening where the whole crew could see the street below. The speaker wasn't on the wall, the speaker [i]was[/i] the wall. An excruciating half-hour later, the entire group, minus Emilio and Simon, had managed to push the speaker out in the other direction, so it faced the street instead of the apartment. even Smarty Jones was tired. Washington, gasping under a heavy coat, remounted his steed with quite a bit of difficulty, and galloped off to find the aliens. Kenneth, between breaths, looked carefully at Emilio. "Ok...*gasp*, this whole time, you have...well...not so politely *gasp* failed to tell us exactly what we are doing. So *gasp* I would appreciate the explanation before I *gasp* perform any more of your slave labour." Emilio looked almost dissapointedly at the group as he flicked on the PS2, getting to his feet. "We're getting rid of an alien problem. If I can guess sometihng about aliens, they flee in terror from anything too high-pitched, which is why their spaceships are so low-frequency. If there is one thing that could drive all those aliens back to space, there is one song here that can do it." The rest of the group looked at each other, and Kenneth looked at Emilio, almost incredulous. "Do you really think that will work?" "Did anyone else have any better ideas?" Emilio asked, and the rest of the group looked at each other again, no replies. Emilio looked at the screen of ihs TV. "Oh, and I'm going to need one person to dance with me, it works better if there are two." "I'll do it!" Ribbon exclaimed, stepping onto the pad, pants billowing around him. He looked at Emilio, andh is face turned redder than ever. "For the one....who will be my wife!" Emilio cocked an eyebrow at Ribbon, who had gotten down on one knee. "Getting a little ahead of yourself there, show me how well you can dance, first." Ribbon leapt to his feet and looked at the screen, the song was starting. Kenneth turned the massive speaker on, and, miraculously, no sound came out. Emilio motioned to the TV, and the sound seemed to be coming out of there. "The speaker soundproofs itself, we can't hear it, but the street can." Emilio looked at the title of the song on screen... [url=http://www.ddrfreak.com/stepcharts/stepchart.php?song=civilization&mode=Single&difficulty=Maniac&code=Normal&Submit=Submit]Orion.78 (Civilization Mix){Heavy Mode}[/url] Guzheng strings flooded out from the TV speakers, and a small, almost imperceptible chant began from a young voice on the speakers. Suddenly, the sound seemed to explode with a hard kick and quite a few people jumped back. The chanting began to grow louder and louder as Ribbon and Emilio continued to dance to Orion.78. Kenneth looked fearfully at the massive speaker facing the street. [i]If the sound is this loud here,[/i] he thought [i]it must be breaking windows out there.[/i] Within a few moments, the noise from the TV was so loud that even the tenants were covering their ears, and Emilio and Ribbon continued through the chaos, dancing as the arrows floated up the screen like psychedelic locusts, setting an almost unimaginable pace. The song appeared to be building towards a climax, and the chanting was getting higher and higher. Daisy even fainted from the pure noise, and Kenneth had flattened himself in a corner, afraid to move. By the time the song was over, everyone was at the door, rushing for the hall window to see what was going on. The first thing they noticed was that the old building opposite Emilio's apartment had been, literally, reduced to the sand it was built from. As the tenants looked around, they could see that almost every window had been shattered for blocks down the road. Finally, they could see the aliens scrambling madly for their spaceships, as their heads appeared to be inflating. A few of them exploded before they could reach safety, and as the last few made it on board, the tenants could see Kase's head jammedinside one of the spaceship doors, as it blasted off into slace, leaving the emu-alien dangling like a hood ornament. One by one, the tenants returned to their respective apartments, ready to get some sleep at last. ... Later that evening, Ribbon had decided to slip out on his own, having been on the run for so long. He made it down to the street when, from behind, a fuzzy pink slipper collided with the back of his head, and he turned to face Emilio, dressed in a fluffy pink nightgown complete with slippers, only his right foot was bare. Ribbon turned redder than ever as Emilio walked up to him, eyes aflame with an unfamilliar enthusiasm. Emilio looked up at the taller Ribbon, and answered: "Maybe in a few years." and kissed him. Ribbon's face looked like it was going to explode, since he had never experienced something like this before. every synapse in his body appeared to be tingling, and even his back felt strange and scratchy, as though someone had been rubbing it. Emilio let go, and returned, nonchalant as usual, to the apartment. Ribbon turned to leave, and Emilio stopped to admire his/her handiwork which he/she had drawn on Ribbon's back during the liplock. Emilio Apartment 2A Apartment Building C U.S.A. Planet Earth Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarmaOfChaos Posted August 6, 2004 Share Posted August 6, 2004 [color=deeppink][size=1] OOC: Sorry for disappearing! Donning Bazooka Joe pajama bottoms and a male undershirt, and wielding a mighty stick, Daisy began poking the ground where the aliens had departed. In the past 24 hours, a renegade alien prince had landed, followed in close pursuit by German-speaking Emu-aliens hailing from the dairy planet. They had been driven out by earth shattering decibels coming from Emilio's disturbingly huge DDR speakers, after which there had been a proposal and subsequent almost-acceptance. "I love weddings," Daisy giggled to herself, continuing to poke the spot and completely oblivious to the pink goo now oozing out of the ground, "Emilio will look so beautiful in a wedding gown, and I'm sure Prince Ribbon will look gorgeous too," the goo was now beginning to make unpleasant squelching noises, "Oh and the cake! I must tell Emilio and Ribbon to let me be in charge of the cake. I could make it with marzipan icing and-" her gleeful fantasies were cut short by the now human sized blob of pink goo, which was making very menaching squelching noises. "OH MY GOD!!" she screamed, waking the entire apartment up once again, "IT'S SO CUTE!!" and with a squeal that challenged Emilio's speakers, she leapt onto the blob and began petting it furiously. The blob began to swallow Daisy, and then knocked her unconscious. - On the dairy planet (translated): "Fuhrer, Commander Kase has returned! He was badly injured, the weapons on Earth are much more dangerous than we had predicted! He is in the ICU, sir, and requests your audience!" A dark silhoutte turned his head and nodded, "Very well, I will go to him immediately. You are dismissed." Stepping out of the shadows, a humongous Emu with multi-colored feathers was revealed, walking awkwardly toward the hospital unit of their headquarters. - Back On Earth George Washington and Protiva, both mounted on Smarty Jones and followed by Simon came bursting forth from the hole in the wall where the back door used to be, with squirrel-hunting gun in hand, armed to attack the aliens. However, they came upon a very different, although no less strange, sight - Daisy being molested by a gigantic blob of pink goo. "Unhand her, fiend!" Washington exclaimed, and aimed his gun. The blob showed no signs of complying, or even of comprehension, and continued suffocating Daisy. He shot the blob several times in various places, but it had no effect. "This is just like Buu from Dragon Ball Z! Oh my God, this is like, so cool!" Simon yelped, earning a stare of disbelief from Protiva and one of confusion from Washington. "What is 'Dragon Ball Z?' Is it some sort of threatening device used to inspire fear?" Washington inquired, temporarily forgetting about Daisy, who was turning blue. "You could put it that way." Protiva muttered, remembering long hours of watching repeat after repeat because there was nothing else on T.V. Simon mindlessly gushed over Dragon Ball Z to an attentive Washington, who assumed what Simon was talking about actually existed. Protiva, growing ever impatient, slid off the horse and pulled out Mr. Fuzzy, stabbing the blob violently. The blob shuddered, and fell, releasing a half-dead Daisy into a puddle of pink goo. -Karma[/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whisper Posted August 6, 2004 Share Posted August 6, 2004 Protiva continued to stab the pink puddle of goo viciously until it dissolved in a puff of smoke. Protiva began to do a victory dance with Mr. Fuzzy but then noticed Daisy laying on the ground, seemingly unconcious. "Oh my god are you alright?!" Protiva grabbed Daisy's shoulders and began to shake her back and forth. "Come on! Say something!" Protiva began to flail helplessly and run around Daisy in circles. George and Simon were in such deep conversation that they were oblivious to what was going on. Protiva heard a soft singing of hymns and looked over at Daisy. Petals were falling over Daisy and light played off her features from the heavens. Little minature angels were drifting down to her with arms oustretched. They began to pick Daisy up. "Oh no you don't!" Protiva screamed, "You aren't going to take her to eternal paradise yet!" Protiva ran towards them shouting profanities and threw rocks at them. The angels scattered and the light turned off like a switch. The petals disappeared immediatley. Protiva picked Daisy up and ran over to George and Simon. Protiva slung Daisy over Smarty Jones' saddle and mounted taking the reins in her hands. George turned, "Where are you going?" "To the hospital. Daisy's dying!" Protiva said. "Wouldn't it be faster by car?" Simon asked. "My car license is suspended." "Why?" "I drove into a endangered fish tank at an Aquarium after I drank 100 cups of coffee in one day." "You can't ride a horse. Let me get on," George said. Protiva slid back on the saddle and draped Daisy across her lap. George got in front and took the reins. Luckily the hospital was just down the street so Smarty Jones didn't have to run far. The nurse at the front desk sighed. She had her head propped on one hand while flipping through a magazine with the other. The nurse slowly chewed her gum and blew a bubble. The pop echoed in the empty lobbly. She had no idea what propelled her to take the night shift. Nothing exciting ever happened... A sleek, strong horse galloped into the main lobby with three people on it. A man wearing 17th century clothing and a woman who looked like she was from India got off the horse carrying a woman wearing night clothes between them. As they approached the desk the nurse saw that the night clothes were men's pajamas. A white, see-through boy floated in behind them. The Indian woman slammed her fists on the front desk, "My friend is hurt she needs a doctor right now!" The nurse stared. Protiva tapped her foot impatiently. She wondered why the nurse was sitting there slackjawed and doing [I]nothing[/I]. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Protiva screamed. The nurse sunk back in her chair in fear as if it would make the enraged Indian woman or at least herself disappear. "GET MEDICAL HELP NOW!" Protiva demanded. The nurse fainted and she fell out of the swivel chair. "What do you advise we do?" asked George turning to Protiva. "I am unfamiliar with what you call a public hospital." Simon immediatley began to inform him on hospitals. He seemed to get hospitals and isane asylums mixed up though, and Protiva shook her head in wonder at the misinformation George was getting. Protiva climbed over the front desk. She found a button that accessed the PDA system and pressed it. "Will a doctor please report to the main lobby to attend to an urgent emergancy." Two men in long white coats walked into the lobby. They looked, perplexed, at the scene surrounding the front desk. They saw the nurse unconcious on the floor and began to put her on the stretcher. "No, no!" Protiva exclaimed and pointed at Daisy. "She's the one who needs help!" The two men propped the nurse in her chair and placed Daisy on the stretcher. The men wheeled the stretcher into the elevator and Protiva, George, and Simon followed. Smarty Jones walked to a corner of the lobby and began to eat one of the potted plants. An old, near-sighted man staggered into the lobby. The man walked up to the desk. "Excuse me miss but I got bitten by my granddaughter's venomous pet snake. I think I need to see a doctor." The nurse's tounge lolled out of her mouth and she began to drool. "Miss?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cambrian_Explosion Posted August 13, 2004 Share Posted August 13, 2004 OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in a long time. IC: The two white-coated men wheeled Daisy into the emergency room, followed by George and Simon. Simon was quite disappointed when they did not stick Daisy in a straight jacket and lock her in a padded room. Protiva stopped at a pay phone to call Charlie and tell him what happened. -Back at the apartment- Charlie was trying to fall asleep. Emphasis on trying. He had stuffed his ears full of cotton, stuck his fingers in his ears as far as he could, and piled every blanket he owned on his head in a vain attempt to block out the music that was literally shaking the building apart. When a shower of plaster dust fell on him accompanied by a very loud [B]BOOM[/B], Charlie sat up, yanked the cotton of his ears, since it didn?t make one iota of a difference, and shouted ?That does it!!!!? Charlie hauled out a ladder and a broom, stood on the ladder, and began pounding on the ceiling and shouting with a mix of profanities ?Emilio, turn that thing off so we can all get some sleep!? He glanced over at the old-fashioned dial telephone, and noticed from the movement that it was ringing off its hook. Grumbling to himself, Charlie turned to get off the ladder, but his foot got stuck on a rung, and the ladder tipped over and fell on top of the poor landlord. ?Charles, could you get that please?? Charlie screamed over the ground-shaking bass notes. When Charles didn?t move, Charlie swore a few more times, got out from under the ladder, staggered to the phone, and picked up the receiver. Back at the hospital, Protiva was slammed into the opposite wall by the tidal wave of sound that erupted from the earpiece. Protiva, by some great act of will, managed to crawl to the receiver, prop herself against the wall, and holding the phone at arm?s length, with the wall supporting her, yelled at the top of her voice, ?WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THAT NOISE!?!?!?!?!?!?!?? At the other end of the phone, Charlie had one hand pressed to his ear, and the other pressing the earpiece against the other ear hard enough to squeeze all the blood out of it, could barely make out Protiva?s voice. ?WHAT, I CAN?T HEAR YOU!!!!!!!!!!? he shouted back, ?HANG ON!!!!!!!!!? Charlie threw down the receiver, sprinted to the stairs, and managed to summit them after falling down twice, due to the fact that the whole building was swaying to the music. He pushed Emilio?s door open with every ounce of strength he had, and lurched over to Emilio. ?TURN THIS THING OFF, OR I?LL REPROGRAM IT WITH A VERY LARGE AX!!!!!!!!? Emilio managed to work out Charlie?s threat by reading his lips, gave the landlord a death glare, and grudgingly turned it off. Charlie headed back to his room, collapsed next to the phone, and when the ringing in his ears subsided he asked Protiva what the matter was. ?Hmmm?what? Daisy!? Dead!? Do you know how much paperwork this means!? DO YOU?!? Charlie?s voice cracked on the ?you? as if in protest of further yelling. ??hmm? She?s not dead? ?well I guess that?s?good?hmmm? The doctor says she?s dying though? And he doesn?t know why? What? Why do you want the rest of the tenants to come over? To try and figure out why she?s dying? No?I can?t?please?just have mercy on me and let me sleep?if she dies I have to fill out paperwork?no don?t let it get to that?don?t torture me like this?? Charlie fell into a subdued silence as Protiva shouted him down. ?Oh fine I?ll get the others and go to the hospital with them?? Charlie hung up the phone as he muttered, ?Violent maniac.? Charlie gripped the edge of the table and pulled himself up to get the others. As Charlie walked around knocking on the doors Kenneth stormed down the stairs looking positively murderous. ?That?that?PERSON!!! He?she?KILLED MY BABY, ?it?DESTROYED MY PUPPY!!!? Kenneth picked up Charlie by the collar of his shirt, ?EMILIO?S DAMNED MUSIC BUSTED THE OPTICAL FIBERS!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO BUILD IT!?!?!?? ?Very long I?m sure,? Charlie muttered. Kenneth dropped Charlie, heaving, ?Why are you up?? ?Protiva called from the hospital, Daisy?s dying?? Kenneth interrupted him, ?What! She is! Why didn?t you tell me before! This is terrible!? Kenneth pulled Charlie onto his feet and dragged him behind him, banging on all the doors. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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