Yes, I managed to write something besides angsty ramblings and half-coherent rants about setting loose ALL da fleah-eating demon babies on Nick. BE AMAZED!!!! Thanks to everyone in my guild, and on AOL IM for helping me, as President Billy Bob Forhead once said, get back to normal. No own
And I'm proud/ashamed to announce that I've sprung up TWO freakin' inches since my last measurment, an I now tower over the masses at... Bum bum bum, 4'9"!
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Everyone stared for a moment, then pandamonium errupted. All the little fangirls and fanboys were screaming, laughing, and racing to the south wing convention hall entrance. Our intrepid sixsome remained in a corner, deciding to wait until there was room to breathe before racing in like hyperactive sewer rats.
"Who was that on the speaker?" came a voice from behind CryingChild. She turned to see Mel. She screamed until she ran out of breath. Then she screamed until she ran out of breath again. And again. And once more.
"How did you do that?" Ztar asked, "I thought only IZ fans had that power!"
"And what do you mean 'Who was that on the speaker', it was clearly GIR!" The Slayer added, "Well, technically it couldn't have been GIR, I guess it was Rosearick Rikki Simmons."
"Who's GIR?"
"Have you the brainworms?!?!" Cried KidK. "GIR is the MAN! You poor, doomed child, what cave have you been living in?" Mel blinked.
"Forgive my foolish hyyuman cousin," CryingChild said, "She is pitifully ignorant about Jhonen Vasquez's twisted family."
"Well then," Kat said entusiastically, "We'll have to remedy that! And Mel seems real into the idea! She's immitating Squee already!" Mel shrank back as the others closed in, and she would have fallen victem to an avalance of relentless fanbabble, as have so many at the hands of these six, were it not for a voice breaking the choas and chants of "One of us... one of us..."
"'Scuse me, but I couldn't help but notice you acting like idiots, mind if I join?" One by one, they turned to see a girl wearing a Zim lanyard with a black dress and tall black shoes.
"You.. you are wearing the Zim lanyard!!" CryingChild yelled, her eyes bugging out, "You do realize I must kill you now."
"That's nice," the girl said. Then her face grew dark, as she saw what was poking out of Bast's pocket. "That's not a ... Fillerbunny toy... is it?" Bast nodded entusiastically, and the new girl screamed. Nobody noticed of course, because her scream was drowned out by the background fangirl shreiks of excitment.
"Whatsa matter?" Bast asked, "Don' you go dissin da bunny, girl!"
"No, no!" the girl in black said, "It's not that... it's just... it's just... it's staring at me! Make it stop!" Bast tucked the doll all the way into her pocket, much to the relief of everyone's eardrums. "I'm Invader Quin, by the way."
"Quin?" CryingChild said, "How did you get THIS past your parents?"
Quin blushed a little, "Well, let's just say they don't exactly know I'm here..."
Introductions were exchanged all around, and the crowd of fangirls began to dwindle as the convention hall was filled. "Looks like it's safe to go in now," The Slayer said, "Or *is* it? Yeah, I think it is." They walked towards the entrance, where they were greeted by a short, pale girl with brownish-blond hair and hazel eyes, very small hands and feet, glasses, and 5 silver rings on her fingers. To the left of her was a light-skinned, zoftig girl with blue eyes. Her just-below-shoulder-length hair was dark brown with blond highlights, tied in a ponytail, topped off with a ribbon, and complimented with black beads covering a grouped strand of her hair on the left side. She was wearing black bell bottoms, a white tee-shirt that read, "I Have Issues.", white socks and black shoes. The girl on the right introduced herself as The Dragon From The Black Lagoon (Dragon for short), and the girl on the left introduced herself as Idgiebay (or Idgie)
(A/N: Eh.. I'm getting pretty sick of writing introductions, as I'm sure you can tell. Quin+Dragon+Idgiebay, I SWEAR I'll make it up to you later.)
"So," The Slayer asked, "What are you doing out here, when you should be inside with your fellow fangirls?"
Dragon got a sour look on her face. "You need to show a room key to get in." She said, "We lost ours."
"That's cruel and unusual!" KidK said, "What kind of sadist would deprive an IZ fan of her fix just because she lost her room key?"
"Just get in the center of us," Kat said, "We'll stand around you and show them OUR room keys, hopefully they won't notice you don't have yours."
The ten girls entered and the guard waved them on without any trouble. As the double doors closed behind them, they saw for the first time the inside of the convention hall.
"...My Tallest..." Ztar said.
"This is so much like my dreams, it's *scary*" breathed Quin.
"Wierd." declared Mel.
The walls were practically one gigantic collage of screencaps and fanart. Stalls bedecked in various dark colors with the names of orginizations and activities written on them were strewn about. A crowd formed around a partly obscured object, which apperared to be a Voot Runner/Crusier. Along one wall were statues of the four principal characters, as well as many minor characters, in trademark positions. A large square of the room was sealed off, with signs reading things like: "Don't Even THINK About It" and "Beware Of Moose" placed around it. People in costume walked around, slapping bumper stickers on seemingly random people. One corner contained a gigantic machine labled "BrainFreezys". Long hallways seemed to lead into eternity. Piped music played the theme, then switched to the background music that had played when Zim first landed on earth. They had arrived.
All ten paused in what they felt was a respectful moment of silence, thanking whatever higher force brought them here. Then, all hell broke loose.
"I wanna see the Voot Runner!"
"No! Let's get Brainfreezys!"
"Is that Dib?!?! No, wait, it's just someone dressed like him. Is THAT Dib?!?! No, no, it's IS THAT-"
Somehow, they managed to organize themselves well enough to decide to split up. CryingChild, Mel, Ztar and Quin went off in one direction, Kat, The Slayer, and Bast in another, and KidK, Dragon, and Idgie in yet another.
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Okay, I wrote a couple more paragraphs after this, but then I had the most HORRIBLE HORRIBLE DOOMED writer's block of DOOM! So while I work through it ('work through it' should read 'bash my head against the wall repeatedly') I'm putting up what I wrote BEFORE everyone starts walking off to do STUFF. Sorry it's so short, and I'm also sorry nothing actually HAPPENED in it. Just sit tight and wait for the next chapter, okay? Ski ya:c)
And I'm proud/ashamed to announce that I've sprung up TWO freakin' inches since my last measurment, an I now tower over the masses at... Bum bum bum, 4'9"!
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Everyone stared for a moment, then pandamonium errupted. All the little fangirls and fanboys were screaming, laughing, and racing to the south wing convention hall entrance. Our intrepid sixsome remained in a corner, deciding to wait until there was room to breathe before racing in like hyperactive sewer rats.
"Who was that on the speaker?" came a voice from behind CryingChild. She turned to see Mel. She screamed until she ran out of breath. Then she screamed until she ran out of breath again. And again. And once more.
"How did you do that?" Ztar asked, "I thought only IZ fans had that power!"
"And what do you mean 'Who was that on the speaker', it was clearly GIR!" The Slayer added, "Well, technically it couldn't have been GIR, I guess it was Rosearick Rikki Simmons."
"Who's GIR?"
"Have you the brainworms?!?!" Cried KidK. "GIR is the MAN! You poor, doomed child, what cave have you been living in?" Mel blinked.
"Forgive my foolish hyyuman cousin," CryingChild said, "She is pitifully ignorant about Jhonen Vasquez's twisted family."
"Well then," Kat said entusiastically, "We'll have to remedy that! And Mel seems real into the idea! She's immitating Squee already!" Mel shrank back as the others closed in, and she would have fallen victem to an avalance of relentless fanbabble, as have so many at the hands of these six, were it not for a voice breaking the choas and chants of "One of us... one of us..."
"'Scuse me, but I couldn't help but notice you acting like idiots, mind if I join?" One by one, they turned to see a girl wearing a Zim lanyard with a black dress and tall black shoes.
"You.. you are wearing the Zim lanyard!!" CryingChild yelled, her eyes bugging out, "You do realize I must kill you now."
"That's nice," the girl said. Then her face grew dark, as she saw what was poking out of Bast's pocket. "That's not a ... Fillerbunny toy... is it?" Bast nodded entusiastically, and the new girl screamed. Nobody noticed of course, because her scream was drowned out by the background fangirl shreiks of excitment.
"Whatsa matter?" Bast asked, "Don' you go dissin da bunny, girl!"
"No, no!" the girl in black said, "It's not that... it's just... it's just... it's staring at me! Make it stop!" Bast tucked the doll all the way into her pocket, much to the relief of everyone's eardrums. "I'm Invader Quin, by the way."
"Quin?" CryingChild said, "How did you get THIS past your parents?"
Quin blushed a little, "Well, let's just say they don't exactly know I'm here..."
Introductions were exchanged all around, and the crowd of fangirls began to dwindle as the convention hall was filled. "Looks like it's safe to go in now," The Slayer said, "Or *is* it? Yeah, I think it is." They walked towards the entrance, where they were greeted by a short, pale girl with brownish-blond hair and hazel eyes, very small hands and feet, glasses, and 5 silver rings on her fingers. To the left of her was a light-skinned, zoftig girl with blue eyes. Her just-below-shoulder-length hair was dark brown with blond highlights, tied in a ponytail, topped off with a ribbon, and complimented with black beads covering a grouped strand of her hair on the left side. She was wearing black bell bottoms, a white tee-shirt that read, "I Have Issues.", white socks and black shoes. The girl on the right introduced herself as The Dragon From The Black Lagoon (Dragon for short), and the girl on the left introduced herself as Idgiebay (or Idgie)
(A/N: Eh.. I'm getting pretty sick of writing introductions, as I'm sure you can tell. Quin+Dragon+Idgiebay, I SWEAR I'll make it up to you later.)
"So," The Slayer asked, "What are you doing out here, when you should be inside with your fellow fangirls?"
Dragon got a sour look on her face. "You need to show a room key to get in." She said, "We lost ours."
"That's cruel and unusual!" KidK said, "What kind of sadist would deprive an IZ fan of her fix just because she lost her room key?"
"Just get in the center of us," Kat said, "We'll stand around you and show them OUR room keys, hopefully they won't notice you don't have yours."
The ten girls entered and the guard waved them on without any trouble. As the double doors closed behind them, they saw for the first time the inside of the convention hall.
"...My Tallest..." Ztar said.
"This is so much like my dreams, it's *scary*" breathed Quin.
"Wierd." declared Mel.
The walls were practically one gigantic collage of screencaps and fanart. Stalls bedecked in various dark colors with the names of orginizations and activities written on them were strewn about. A crowd formed around a partly obscured object, which apperared to be a Voot Runner/Crusier. Along one wall were statues of the four principal characters, as well as many minor characters, in trademark positions. A large square of the room was sealed off, with signs reading things like: "Don't Even THINK About It" and "Beware Of Moose" placed around it. People in costume walked around, slapping bumper stickers on seemingly random people. One corner contained a gigantic machine labled "BrainFreezys". Long hallways seemed to lead into eternity. Piped music played the theme, then switched to the background music that had played when Zim first landed on earth. They had arrived.
All ten paused in what they felt was a respectful moment of silence, thanking whatever higher force brought them here. Then, all hell broke loose.
"I wanna see the Voot Runner!"
"No! Let's get Brainfreezys!"
"Is that Dib?!?! No, wait, it's just someone dressed like him. Is THAT Dib?!?! No, no, it's IS THAT-"
Somehow, they managed to organize themselves well enough to decide to split up. CryingChild, Mel, Ztar and Quin went off in one direction, Kat, The Slayer, and Bast in another, and KidK, Dragon, and Idgie in yet another.
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Okay, I wrote a couple more paragraphs after this, but then I had the most HORRIBLE HORRIBLE DOOMED writer's block of DOOM! So while I work through it ('work through it' should read 'bash my head against the wall repeatedly') I'm putting up what I wrote BEFORE everyone starts walking off to do STUFF. Sorry it's so short, and I'm also sorry nothing actually HAPPENED in it. Just sit tight and wait for the next chapter, okay? Ski ya:c)