A/N: Uh… some nice hyper Rent RP fun by me and my buddy Ally… Don't look for a plot, and No, THEY AREN'T in character. Except the pole. The pole is in character. Characters aren't ours… sadly…
Mimi: *leading drunk Roger* No no no, the loft is this way, dearie…
Roger: Duh… Wha?
Mimi: *clings to his neck* Hun, that's toward a busy street.
Roger: Oh... right. See? that's a car *points at telephone pole*
Mimi: ..Of course. And that's a motorcycle.. *points at a cat and rolls eyes*
Maureen (from down the street): Mimi! Roger! Hey!
Mimi: Hey Maureen chica! Roger's stoned. I told him not to eat the worm from the Tequila..
Roger: *points at Maureen* WORM!
Mimi: That's Maureen. Lady. Human.
Mark: *flies in on a broom* Ahoy maties! *hover,sparkle*
Roger: Hi Maureen...
Roger: BROOM! what's with the broom?
Mark: I FOUND IT! *turns a random passerby into a chair* HOOHA!
Mimi: Mark's stoned too.. and he found a book of enchantments
Maureen: Mark? Stoned? I never thought I'd live to see the day...
Mimi: Congratulations.*throws confetti*
Mark: HEY! I didn't eat the WORM! *points to Roger's shirt *(( Shirt says: I Ate The Worm.))
Roger: OOH! confetti!! Pot? did someone say pot?
Mimi: I'm bored. Wanna go CLUBBIN'?!
Roger: I ate a worm and all I got was this crummy shirt! *laughs at his "cleverness"*
Maureen: Yeah, lets go... Lets leave the Worm Boys to find their own way home
Mimi: Very good, babes
Mimi: Cat Scratch Club?
Mark: *pompously* When I was little I ate some mealy worms..
Maureen: Yeah, that sounds good, Mimi. (to Mark) No one cares!
Mark: *spots random guy walkin' by* You are so beautiful.. *chase,chase*
Mimi: Anyways.. CLUB!
Roger: *drags Mark with him* We follow WORM!
Mark: WORM! WORMY WORMY WHERE?!
Roger: *points at Maureen* There! Worm has hair!
Maureen: *smacks Roger* I AM NOT A WORM, WORM BOY!
Mimi: *kicks Roger where it hurts* DON'T CALL MAUREEN A WORM!
Roger: *puppy face* Owie...
Mark: (to a telephone pole) You wanna call me sometime? Yeah... I live up the street.. here's my number...
Mimi: ROGGGERR! *sobs and tackle hugs him*
Collins: Why is Mark talking to that pole?
Roger: *pets Mimi's head*
Telephone Pole: ..
Mark: That is one rude pole.
Pole: ...
Mark: *slaps pole* OW! it BIT me!
(((Seriously… Don't ask…)))
