Storytime~ >:D
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savioursephYep... it's that time again :D
These are crappier than usual - I wasn't really in a writing mood :-/
Hair - Victim #16/Henry (SH4)
She crept across the filthy floor of the dilapidated station, completely unaware of her surroundings, drifting through walls and pillars and led only by the scent of blood that
He crept up the stairs timidly, pipe in hand and low on energy - what he wouldn't give for a sit down and a nice cup of tea right now - not that he would trust the vending machines around here - fuck knows what would come out of the nozzle, probably
Black, wiry tendrils made their way silently through the tiled wall, probing the floor with no intent, controlled only by the constant non-thought through their owner's brain, Latching onto an unsuspecting foot and feeling the warmth, smelling the blood, wrapping themselves tight as
Screams of pain as the shadowy, fluid hairs crept though his body, moving up and up and to his
Soft warmth, pulsating with the blood she so wanted to wrap, to grab, to
Rip and then a flare of agony as it gave way and they went deeper
Filling her with energy, maybe even enough to revive her and
Draining, until there was nothing
Left.
Vanilla - Link/Pierre (OoT)
The sickly stench from the wound permeated his head like so much orange juice into a loofah, sweet like vanilla but with the underlying current of rot as present as that annoying wolf that could be heard all over Hyrule whenever the sun set. This couldn't be good, but then that was stating the obvious - if one's arm is currently resembling a storm-cloud purple tree trunk then no good usually comes of it. Why didn't he get the break seen to sooner, instead of playing the hero? He had a horrible realisation: his cockiness and bravado had probably put an end to his adventuring days; the arm would probably need to be cut off, and what good was a hero with only one arm? He couldn't even play his Ocarina any more in that state!
This led onto the further, even more sickening thought; without his ocarina he'd never see his beloved again. Those moments, stolen on high up ledges out of sight were the one thing that kept him sane; the bristly touch of Pierre's golden brown twig-skin the one thing he valued these days. Sure he could go back in time seven years, but what would be the point? He'd be able to see him, but he wouldn't even know him! Even if he did, he wouldn't very well be able to do anything, what with that pervy old lech Bonooru hovering behind them constantly.
It was hopeless.
Furries, Fury, Tiger, My Ass, Tomorrow is cancelled due to lack of interest - Mayor, Link, Mutoh + Viscen (MM)
The fourth day would never come and seemed nobody could care less. The arguments would go on until the firey wall surrounding the moon burned Clock Town to a cinder, and still Mutoh and Viscen stood in the office, each berating the other for their stupidity and none reaching any semblance of a settlement. The mayor tried everything - shouting, crying, mooning them; even dressing up as a bear and riding in on his pet tiger Foofy. Nothing would budge them from his office.
And then the kid arrived, his face hidden by the pearlescent shimmer of the mask - something they hadn't seen in so long. A sign of hope - that, despite the threat of obliteration, two people had put aside their panic and wed. They felt their anger drain away to nothing - they knew how to settle it now. The mayor breathed a sigh of relief and removed the head of his pedobear suit. At last he could get out of here!
Toy - Beth + Colin (TP)
What was it? So many interesting points and knobbly bits - he couldn't quite make out a purpose, but it was certainly intriguing. A large, purple rod that seemed to be filled with beads of some sort - maybe some sort of candy dispenser? Why would Beth keep it there, though? He supposed the strange rabbit-shaped extrusion from the side was the way to get the candy out. That would make sense (a lot more that her keeping a bizzaro version of a Pez dispenser in her knicker drawer, anyway). He pulled it back, trying to release the tasty-looking contents, but nothing happened. "Guess it's more complicated - she must really want people to stay away from her candy!" he thought, all the while trying to twist and push various parts of the contraption.
Suddenly there was a loud CRAACK! as the top broke off, spilling the contents all over the bed. He picked up a handful and started chewing.
Not candy!
Oh dear Nayru his teeth!
He screamed in pain.
Beth came thundering up the stairs and glared murderously.
"COLIN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
These are crappier than usual - I wasn't really in a writing mood :-/
Hair - Victim #16/Henry (SH4)
She crept across the filthy floor of the dilapidated station, completely unaware of her surroundings, drifting through walls and pillars and led only by the scent of blood that
He crept up the stairs timidly, pipe in hand and low on energy - what he wouldn't give for a sit down and a nice cup of tea right now - not that he would trust the vending machines around here - fuck knows what would come out of the nozzle, probably
Black, wiry tendrils made their way silently through the tiled wall, probing the floor with no intent, controlled only by the constant non-thought through their owner's brain, Latching onto an unsuspecting foot and feeling the warmth, smelling the blood, wrapping themselves tight as
Screams of pain as the shadowy, fluid hairs crept though his body, moving up and up and to his
Soft warmth, pulsating with the blood she so wanted to wrap, to grab, to
Rip and then a flare of agony as it gave way and they went deeper
Filling her with energy, maybe even enough to revive her and
Draining, until there was nothing
Left.
Vanilla - Link/Pierre (OoT)
The sickly stench from the wound permeated his head like so much orange juice into a loofah, sweet like vanilla but with the underlying current of rot as present as that annoying wolf that could be heard all over Hyrule whenever the sun set. This couldn't be good, but then that was stating the obvious - if one's arm is currently resembling a storm-cloud purple tree trunk then no good usually comes of it. Why didn't he get the break seen to sooner, instead of playing the hero? He had a horrible realisation: his cockiness and bravado had probably put an end to his adventuring days; the arm would probably need to be cut off, and what good was a hero with only one arm? He couldn't even play his Ocarina any more in that state!
This led onto the further, even more sickening thought; without his ocarina he'd never see his beloved again. Those moments, stolen on high up ledges out of sight were the one thing that kept him sane; the bristly touch of Pierre's golden brown twig-skin the one thing he valued these days. Sure he could go back in time seven years, but what would be the point? He'd be able to see him, but he wouldn't even know him! Even if he did, he wouldn't very well be able to do anything, what with that pervy old lech Bonooru hovering behind them constantly.
It was hopeless.
Furries, Fury, Tiger, My Ass, Tomorrow is cancelled due to lack of interest - Mayor, Link, Mutoh + Viscen (MM)
The fourth day would never come and seemed nobody could care less. The arguments would go on until the firey wall surrounding the moon burned Clock Town to a cinder, and still Mutoh and Viscen stood in the office, each berating the other for their stupidity and none reaching any semblance of a settlement. The mayor tried everything - shouting, crying, mooning them; even dressing up as a bear and riding in on his pet tiger Foofy. Nothing would budge them from his office.
And then the kid arrived, his face hidden by the pearlescent shimmer of the mask - something they hadn't seen in so long. A sign of hope - that, despite the threat of obliteration, two people had put aside their panic and wed. They felt their anger drain away to nothing - they knew how to settle it now. The mayor breathed a sigh of relief and removed the head of his pedobear suit. At last he could get out of here!
Toy - Beth + Colin (TP)
What was it? So many interesting points and knobbly bits - he couldn't quite make out a purpose, but it was certainly intriguing. A large, purple rod that seemed to be filled with beads of some sort - maybe some sort of candy dispenser? Why would Beth keep it there, though? He supposed the strange rabbit-shaped extrusion from the side was the way to get the candy out. That would make sense (a lot more that her keeping a bizzaro version of a Pez dispenser in her knicker drawer, anyway). He pulled it back, trying to release the tasty-looking contents, but nothing happened. "Guess it's more complicated - she must really want people to stay away from her candy!" he thought, all the while trying to twist and push various parts of the contraption.
Suddenly there was a loud CRAACK! as the top broke off, spilling the contents all over the bed. He picked up a handful and started chewing.
Not candy!
Oh dear Nayru his teeth!
He screamed in pain.
Beth came thundering up the stairs and glared murderously.
"COLIN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
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Date: 2007-10-08 10:31 am (UTC)