hundredpapes: Skittery walked down the street, shaking his head in
dismay at the Monkee behind him. "I'm serious, man!" Davy
said. "That curly haired boy is a demon, or something! I'm
really getting scared!" Skittery turned around and shouted to David,
"Get outa heah, already! Go find Denton!" And with that,
he threw his yo-yo at David.
hundredpapes: ((your turn, I can't write
tonight))
lady ofthe celts: (( ok here we go, he
threw his yoyo a David and...)) said to Davy, "Quick lets get out of
here while he can't see out of that eye," They ran laughing all the way,
"I hope it's not permanent, Blink will be so mad, you know how hard he
worked to get that eye patch?" Davy just stared at him confused.
"Uh well never mind," Skittery finally slowed them to a stop.
more
hundredpapes: ((yeah...that's much
better than my stuff))
lady ofthe celts: Davy cautiously looked
around panting, "I think we lost him" Skittery looked to,
"Yah we did!" and smiled "man I'm glad we ran, David was
freaking me out more than normal." The two got down to chatting as
Skittery began explaining the basics of selling a pape. "So
you see," Skittery explained, "That's why you can't take
quarters from the guys who offer ya beer."
hundredpapes: lol
hundredpapes: *goes to get milk and
cookies*
hundredpapes: *BRB*
hundredpapes: *settles
down w/soup mug filled to top with milk, and a whole jar of assorted cookies*
lady ofthe celts: Davy was just starting
to get the basics when a familiar slimy snake like figure appeared,
Skittery yelled "Snyder" and ran off in the opposite direction
leaving Davy standing in the middle of the sidewalk saying "Mr.
Schnieder? Where? Where?"
hundredpapes: lol
lady ofthe celts: (ok for all yuse sayin,
"why is Snyder here and Skittery scared of him?" Back off, this
is my story and Snyder will chase whom ever I dang well please and if you don't
like it quit readin) Davy was still trying to figure out what was going
on when he heard a frantic call to run come from Skittery, but alas it was too
late, Davy had been caught an taken to the refugee.
hundredpapes: ((wow...that was fast...no
trial or anything!))
hundredpapes: ((and why is Snyder there,
and why is Skittery scared of him?))
hundredpapes: ((I'm not reading this
anymore..it makes no sense!))
lady ofthe celts: (to those of you who
don't like that either see last authors note except change chase to
capture) Skittery saw the whole thing and had enough sense to go an find
Blush. "She'll know what to do," he muttered under his breath,
"but man she is going to kill me for losing him like that."
(you)
hundredpapes: *takes gulp of
milk-with-little-bits-of-cookie-in-it*
lady ofthe celts: ((what makes no sense,
me?))
hundredpapes: ((never mind.))
hundredpapes: :)
lady ofthe celts: ((I said see authors
note!!!))
hundredpapes: ((okay, I think I'm ready
now))
hundredpapes: lol
lady ofthe celts: ((I could explain the
whole reason but I don't think we have all night!!))
lady ofthe celts:
((Visualize you can writeyou can write))
lady ofthe celts:
*runs off to get some chips* BRB
lady ofthe celts: ((MMMMMMMMM sun
chips)
hundredpapes: Blush stood with Mike,
watching Peter finish painting a psychedelic hat on Horris Greeley.
"He's actually quite good. I know I could never paint like
that!" she said. "Yes," Mike replied. "And all
along I thought Davy was the artist, and Peter the classical musician.
Hm." Just as Peter was hopping down from the statue, a frantic
Skittery ran around the corner.
hundredpapes: Seeing
Blush, he slowed to a walk, trying to look as though nothing was out of the
ordinary. Blush watched him. "So, eh...how's it rollin'
Blush? Is dese guys a couple a born newsies?" Blush eyed him
suspiciously. "Skittery, where's Davy?" Skittery put his hands
in his pockets and looked around. "Davy, Davy...hm...where did he
get off to?" Out of nowhere, a prison carriage came speeding down
the road
hundredpapes: Snyder was at the reins,
and he looked insane. You could almost see the foam at the corners of his
mouth. From inside the carriage, they heard a British voice crying out,
"Skittery! Skittery, where are you?!? You've got to help me
man! I know what kinds of people are in jail! They're people
just like that queer boy that you threw a yo-yo at! You've got to help
me!"
lady ofthe celts: ((on breakfast with the
beatles this morning they were talking about "A hard days
night" Paul said that his favorite(sp) parts were the feild and
Ringo's paradin scenes))
lady ofthe celts: :)
lady ofthe celts: ((ahhh it just came to
me favorite song*is pleased with self*))
hundredpapes: Blush looked at Skittery,
who still had his hands in his pockets. He was looking around him,
innocently, and whistling. Mike looked at Skittery, then Blush, then
Skittery again. "What was he talking about? A queer
boy?" Peter looked at Skittery, slightly upset. "You
threw a yo-yo at a perfectly good queer boy?" Blush ignored
this. She thought for a second
lady ofthe celts: ((hehe, Now you're
writing good, I love it!!))
hundredpapes: then grabbed Skittery's
arm ((trying to look mad at him, but really just wanting to feel his biceps.
:))) We should go find Muffins and the others. They'll know what to
do. Too bad I wounded Jack's pride. He probably won't be willing to
help. And the only other one with even a LITTLE bit of experience at
breaking people out of the refuge apparently got hit by a yo-yo.
lady ofthe celts: *laughs*
hundredpapes: we'll have to come up with
something completely new." So.....the four(?) of them walked back
towards the distribution office.
hundredpapes: ((take
it away, muffins!))