hundredpapes: *mimics Darth Vader voice*
hundredpapes: welcome, friend
hundredpapes: *breaths*
lady ofthe celts: "Noooooooooo, it's
not truuuuuuuuuuuue!" *ala Luke*
hundredpapes: "Yeah!" ala
newsie/sheep
lady ofthe celts: Do you want me to cut
and paste the last few lines in?
hundredpapes: no...I know where we are
hundredpapes: I'm with Mike and Peter
lady ofthe celts: Ok!!!!!
hundredpapes: you're with Micky and
Blink
hundredpapes: and Davy is with Skittery
hundredpapes: and a yo yo
hundredpapes: YOUR TURN TO WRITE!!
lady ofthe celts: having escaped David
hundredpapes: yes
lady ofthe celts: Who to start with
*thinks hard*
lady ofthe celts: *puts out fire in
head* I guess I'll start with me, cause I can write me!!!
hundredpapes: *mutters under breath...*
figures...you WOULD be selfish and think of yourself first
hundredpapes: :)
lady ofthe celts: Blink, Muffins, and
Micky casually walked down the street to Muffins and Blink's selling
spot. Well I guess casually isn't a good word for the silent warfare that
was going on between Blink and Micky. Muffins, unaware of the visual
daggers being throw above her head by Blink and the sarcastic smiles being
throw by Micky, was trying her best to explain the art of selling a newspaper.
lady ofthe celts: I've set it up *smiles*
your turn
hundredpapes: *grunts* thanks
hundredpapes: leave
the HARD part...the REAL writing to me
lady ofthe celts: of course, that's what
friends are for!
lady ofthe celts: That and the fact that
you could probably explain the newsies thing better...
hundredpapes: "So ya see,"
Muffins explained, "that's why you can't take quarters from guys that
offer you beer." "Ahhhh...." Micky replied.
"Always turn down quarters from drunk men." Blink glared at
Micky. Micky smiled at Blink. The tension was rising.
hundredpapes: your turn
hundredpapes: *smiles sweetly*
lady ofthe celts:
Gee thanks!
lady ofthe celts: *scene switches to
Blush, Mike and Peter* "So ya see," Blush explained to a down
fallen Peter, "That's why you can't take quarters from guys that offer you
beer." "But I wanted to get some bubble gum from the gumball
machine," Peter sighed, "Oh well" and put the
gumball machine back in his pocket. Blush looked at Mike. "Is
he like this all the time?" "Like this?' Mike looked at
Peter who was painting psychedelic clothing on the Horace Greely (sp)
statue. "Nah, he's still disoriented from the car ride, wait until
later"
lady ofthe celts: Passes torch to Callie
hundredpapes: *SCENE CHANGE TO DAVY AND
SKITTERY*
hundredpapes: Skittery walks down the
street, hawking headlines, while Davy looks over his shoulder, his paranoia
increasing. "Slithery..." Skittery cuts him off.
"It's Skittery. Get it right." Davy keeps looking over
his shoulder. "Right, right...anyway, is that homosexual boy going
to follow us the whole way?" Skittery looks behind him, just in time
to see David jump into an alley, out of view.
hundredpapes: "Nah...he'll find
some other pretty-boy soon enough." Davy tries to relax.
lady ofthe celts: ((*yells "Why
don't you cut your hair? Why don't you live up there? Why don't you
do what I do, see what I feel when I care" and dances around the
room like a maniac*))
hundredpapes: *SCENE CHANGE TO OTHER
NEWSIES*
hundredpapes: Jack sits on the steps of
the distribution office, where he returned after Blush took control.
"Oooh, that Blush. Who does she think she is? Rejected,
disgraced...Publicly humiliated!" Boots walks over to Jack.
"Gosh it disturbs me to see you Jack, looking so down in the dumps.
Every guy here'd love to be you, Jack! Even when taking your lumps!
hundredpapes: There's no newsie in town
as admired as you, you're everyone's favorite guy!
hundredpapes: Everyone's awed and
inspired by you, and it's not very hard to see why!!!!!!"
hundredpapes: DONE!!
hundredpapes: And rachel is home
hundredpapes: and wants her comp
hundredpapes: is it too obvious that i
stole those lines?
hundredpapes: above?
hundredpapes: :)
lady ofthe celts: No not at all
hundredpapes: good!
lady ofthe celts: *looks around* yah not
at all
hundredpapes: i shall see you later
hundredpapes: lol
lady ofthe celts: Man that rachel
hundredpapes: who does she think she is?
lady ofthe celts: always when we get to
the good part
hundredpapes has left the room.