OOC: It's a gift.
OOC: It's a gift.
IC:
I sighed and petted KeKe, wishing this would stop. I looked at FW. "I'm here because it seemed intresting before Chrizz and Mario started fighting" I said in a I-miss-it way.
"Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."
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"Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now, so we'll hunt him. Because he can take it. Because he's not a hero. He's a Silent Guardian. A Watchful Protector.
The Dark Knight."
OOC:
Chrizz, you dare involve us in your petty troubles, just shut up and move on because honestly it would help if you just RPed your agony rather than OOC it like a whining cringing bitch which you said you wouldn't.
AND PASO DOBLE AND TANGO ARE TWO DIFFERENT DANCES WHICH ARE NOT FLOWWY GRARGRGH.
IC:
An evil, malicious laugh echoed across the house as Mario fought in despair against my ticking bomb. All of a sudden, an inner voice of reconciliation had occurred and overtook my zany self for a few seconds, "GIVE IT A GOOD HUMPI-"
"We shall have none of that," my malicious self interrupted. And as Ninetails and I performed our last passionate swirl of the night, I kissed her hand as I departed towards... the lounge.
Ooc: Nanaki, come back to life if you wanna.Seeing as everybody's doing that anyway. Peeki you...horny MALE.
IC: "Monsieur Mario, would you like to do the deed yourself?" Ninetails enquired with a grin, continuing the momentum of the last spin in a series of lightning twirls despite the absence of her Dearly Departed Dancemate.
"Or would you prefer someone....else?"
OOC: Following the crowd feels so icky
IC: Nanaki got up, pulled the knife out, a petty knife could not end the power of Nanaki. He then went upstairs for a Dora the Explorer band-aid.
This also worked because he could now avoid the battleground like the plague for a bit.
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IC:
The Timer was running out. "I HAVE NO TIME FOR THISSSSS!!" He screamed like a maniac and stabbed all the wires with the knife. C4 is super stable, so it can stand impacts. He stabbed and hacked and ripped and stabbed insanely. The bomb kepted beeping until Mario got tired. He cut one last wire, and the bomb stopped beeping. Then it started playing classical music. There was a stereo built into the detenator and speakers hidden in the C4. Mario sighed and laid down on the bomb-radio. "Fuckkkkkkkk...." he said in relief
I was relieved that the bomb wouldn't explode. Though I would like to do something, thats when it hit me. I was about to say it when I felt a twinge at the back of my brain, "Oh no!" I said scrambling through my pockets until I found what I was looking for. My pills to control my split personality disorder, they were clylinder with half blue half red, I took the last one and unhappily swallowed it and put it away unaware of it being the last one. I pulled out my MP3 and listened to music.
People may read and write but, the writers of the world make all the good stories. The only question is if anyone here is a writer?
Pairs: Leafeon_2008
IC: Now, this house was really weird. There is someone dead, in the incinerator, and become a spiritual being. I think that's why I and dramakween just shut our mouth and keep doing anything useless, like cleaning up the blood, chit-chatting with each other.
OOC : I think Mario has a point, but Mario, do not think I'm on your side or anything.
Pairs:dragonberry-Kittsuera-The Editor-dramakween308-Bluebabe kitten-Trixie
SMILE!
Super Melancholy Irrational Living Entity. that's me~ hehe
IC:
"Uh, sure" was all I said.
"Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."
~~~
"Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now, so we'll hunt him. Because he can take it. Because he's not a hero. He's a Silent Guardian. A Watchful Protector.
The Dark Knight."
IC:
As Mario almost passed out laying on the Bomb-radio, Peeki and Ninetails, never breaking stride, now danced perfectly with the rythem of the music generated by the dangerous boombox.
We learn from this that if all of PD congregated into one place in public, with everything they wanted, the world would be screwed.
omae wa mou shindeiru
Ic: "Damn Mario, the humping option was better."
IC:
"But stabbing was more fun." Mario yawned "And I aint doin it with a bomb." he said as he used the exposed C4 as a pillow
IC: "Oh, but you'll cuddle?"
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IC:
"It's not CUDDLING!" He snapped "C4 is just suprisingly soft, and I'm tired"
He then lounged back on the bomb while looking around "Geeze, where is everyone" He asked as he looked around and saw how quiet the room was. "Did the Dance number really freak people out that much?"
IC: Chrizz walked upstairs, and tried to isolate from everyone. He went inside of a room, locked it, and walked over to the Computer. His homepage, "youtube" turned on once the computer was activated. He searched up Naruto Shippuuden and began watching all of his missed episodes.
¯\(º_o)/¯where is miley cyrus when you need a hand job?
IC:
I gazed inside the house, and I saw another action of craziness. A man named Mario sleeps with a C4 as a pillow. FOR A MILLION TIMES, THIS HOUSE IS WEIRD.
I walked outside the house, and I sat nearby a fish pond. I think there must be a way to calm this feeling..
Pairs:dragonberry-Kittsuera-The Editor-dramakween308-Bluebabe kitten-Trixie
SMILE!
Super Melancholy Irrational Living Entity. that's me~ hehe
OOC: Fo Real, where'd everybody go?
IC: Nanaki came back down, now glad that the threat was gone, and proud of his brand new sticker of Boots, the monkey of course.
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IC:
"HDUIQYHDKASHDAJK!!" Mario reacted to this rude awakening "Ahh! Ass in my face! Ass in my faceeeeeeee!!!"
haha, more like the Scarlet Pimpernel!Originally Posted by Ninetails 009
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