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A couple notes: OTR is Old Time Radio, like the old shows our grandparents used to listen to before TV. I have something in here especially for you, Kate. Ah, sleep-over infomercial good times. I don't own anything, unless I actually own it (now try figuring THAT one out). Ideas are always welcome!
Part 6
(OTR music plays)
Narrator: Last time, we left our hero, Duo, and his friend, Mary trapped in a dark cell. Mary has finished telling Duo about the serum that Heero so desperately needs. As for Heero:
"I have never seen anything like this." Sally Po pulled her stethoscope earplugs out. Quatre, who had been pacing a hole through the carpet the entire time Sally was assessing Heero, looked pleading into her face.
"Is there anything you can do?" Sally busied herself with cleaning up her things so she didn't have to look into his gaze.
"Nothing."
Quatre let out a groan and fell back into the armchair beside Heero's bedside. He held his face in his hands. He raked his fingers through his hair, and still looking at his feet, asked the inevitable "How long does he have?"
"One week."
Countdown* June 21st* 1:12 PM*
(OTR transition music)
Mary, from her comfortable spot on the floor, totally doubting this psycho that curiously walked into her life, asked "So how are we getting out?"
Duo madly rummaged through his coat and various crevices. Talking half to himself, "Why didn't I think of this before? Some highly trained soldier I make," then to Mary, "We are using the 'magic plastic'."
Mary fell backwards. "Oh, that'll work."
Totally ignoring that last remark, Duo started explaining his methods, "You just slip it in the door like so," he put action behind his words, "and Voila!" The door shorted itself out and slid open to reveal
-Interrupt Transmission-
Hiss! Crackle! (static) (Signal homes in)
(Partly game show music, part elevator)
[The following is for Kate, my movie and infomercial buddy]
A very old man with the most awful bushy eyebrows steps behind a counter with an interesting contraption on it. The crotchety man speaks. "People always ask me, 'How do you keep so regular?' I ask them if they're stalkers or if they chart my habits. I then use my favorite finger. What I've been hiding from my inquisitive friends is 'Mr. Juicemakerman'. I use these," the icky guy displays various unspeakable foods, "to make a fiber filled drink. This is how it works….."
A censor and policemen stomp into the scene. A policeman announces their business. "You are under arrest for false advertising!"
"What?! You have nothing against me!"
"Yes, we do." The policeman reaches into "Mr. Regular's" pocket [no, not his pants, Kate, you sicko] and produces a package that he slides across the counter. The label is conspicuous to the camera. "You use this laxative, not the natural juice!"
The narrator speaks as the camera zooms in on the package label. "Nature's Plumber: The real shitmaker."
The censor gasps offendedly and slaps a big black sticker on the camera lens. Odd sounds are heard:
Bang! Bang!
Man: You've gotta catch me first
Police: (Bzt! of a cattle prod)
Man: Shit, that hurts!
Censor: (Screeches) Oi, language!
-Scenario continues for quite a while-
Bzt! Hiss! Hiss! Crackle! (static)
(New signal homes in)
-Transmission resumed-
(Cheesy OTR music again)
The door shorted itself out to reveal…absolutely nothing. Okay, if you say so. Well, I mean, there was blinding light streaming in, but I didn't think we had to count that as something. In this light, Duo could see Mary for the very first time, and she was beautiful. She had wavy, brown hair that was pulled up, yet still reached her bum. She had clear, piercing, blue eyes set in a pale, perfectly complected face. She stood 5ft 7in tall with a quiet pride. She asked Duo impatiently, "Well, shall we?"
Duo, always cool, pulled out his slick shades. "Yeah, baby." He saw Mary squinting against the heaven brightness. "Here." Duo pulled out a pair of feminine shades. "I always have an extra." Duo took the initiative to lead them to their liberation down the stark corridor.
"Duo, be careful. All these corridors look exactly the same"
"Don't worry. I have an excellent sense of direction."
3 hours later
Duo gave up and planted it in the dead middle of the corridor. "Alright, I'll admit it. We're lost." He stared at the wall. "Damn it!" He stared some more. Still more. A lot of staring. Okay, we need to stop here.
"Ah, Duo?"
"Shut up, I'm thinking."
"C'mon, Earth to Duo…"
"Mary, look at the wall."
"Now, really, I'm beginning to…"
"Do it!"
"Fine." Mary planted it and glared intently at the polished wall.
"You see it?"
"Waldo?"
"Oh bite me." He sighed loudly. "Look…" Duo walked to the wall, flopped onto his stomach, and pawed like a kitty at the floor. He reached into his wallet grabbed the ever handy credit card. He stuffed it under the wall and crawled quickly with the card in hand. Some popping could be heard, and the wall lifted up to reveal a large breifing/war room (you know, with the radar, battle holos and statistics, com centers, that sort of thing). It was buzzing with activity, at battle ready. But, the war's over (for the most part). Who's running this anyway? Is that…..?
What the hell?!
Countdown June 21st 4:17 PM
Okay, now's the time where you go put your comments in a little box for my reading. Remember, 27. So go get your friends to read and review my little story. Review yourself. If I get 40, you get two consecutive chapters! Now there's motivation!
A couple notes: OTR is Old Time Radio, like the old shows our grandparents used to listen to before TV. I have something in here especially for you, Kate. Ah, sleep-over infomercial good times. I don't own anything, unless I actually own it (now try figuring THAT one out). Ideas are always welcome!
Part 6
(OTR music plays)
Narrator: Last time, we left our hero, Duo, and his friend, Mary trapped in a dark cell. Mary has finished telling Duo about the serum that Heero so desperately needs. As for Heero:
"I have never seen anything like this." Sally Po pulled her stethoscope earplugs out. Quatre, who had been pacing a hole through the carpet the entire time Sally was assessing Heero, looked pleading into her face.
"Is there anything you can do?" Sally busied herself with cleaning up her things so she didn't have to look into his gaze.
"Nothing."
Quatre let out a groan and fell back into the armchair beside Heero's bedside. He held his face in his hands. He raked his fingers through his hair, and still looking at his feet, asked the inevitable "How long does he have?"
"One week."
Countdown* June 21st* 1:12 PM*
(OTR transition music)
Mary, from her comfortable spot on the floor, totally doubting this psycho that curiously walked into her life, asked "So how are we getting out?"
Duo madly rummaged through his coat and various crevices. Talking half to himself, "Why didn't I think of this before? Some highly trained soldier I make," then to Mary, "We are using the 'magic plastic'."
Mary fell backwards. "Oh, that'll work."
Totally ignoring that last remark, Duo started explaining his methods, "You just slip it in the door like so," he put action behind his words, "and Voila!" The door shorted itself out and slid open to reveal
-Interrupt Transmission-
Hiss! Crackle! (static) (Signal homes in)
(Partly game show music, part elevator)
[The following is for Kate, my movie and infomercial buddy]
A very old man with the most awful bushy eyebrows steps behind a counter with an interesting contraption on it. The crotchety man speaks. "People always ask me, 'How do you keep so regular?' I ask them if they're stalkers or if they chart my habits. I then use my favorite finger. What I've been hiding from my inquisitive friends is 'Mr. Juicemakerman'. I use these," the icky guy displays various unspeakable foods, "to make a fiber filled drink. This is how it works….."
A censor and policemen stomp into the scene. A policeman announces their business. "You are under arrest for false advertising!"
"What?! You have nothing against me!"
"Yes, we do." The policeman reaches into "Mr. Regular's" pocket [no, not his pants, Kate, you sicko] and produces a package that he slides across the counter. The label is conspicuous to the camera. "You use this laxative, not the natural juice!"
The narrator speaks as the camera zooms in on the package label. "Nature's Plumber: The real shitmaker."
The censor gasps offendedly and slaps a big black sticker on the camera lens. Odd sounds are heard:
Bang! Bang!
Man: You've gotta catch me first
Police: (Bzt! of a cattle prod)
Man: Shit, that hurts!
Censor: (Screeches) Oi, language!
-Scenario continues for quite a while-
Bzt! Hiss! Hiss! Crackle! (static)
(New signal homes in)
-Transmission resumed-
(Cheesy OTR music again)
The door shorted itself out to reveal…absolutely nothing. Okay, if you say so. Well, I mean, there was blinding light streaming in, but I didn't think we had to count that as something. In this light, Duo could see Mary for the very first time, and she was beautiful. She had wavy, brown hair that was pulled up, yet still reached her bum. She had clear, piercing, blue eyes set in a pale, perfectly complected face. She stood 5ft 7in tall with a quiet pride. She asked Duo impatiently, "Well, shall we?"
Duo, always cool, pulled out his slick shades. "Yeah, baby." He saw Mary squinting against the heaven brightness. "Here." Duo pulled out a pair of feminine shades. "I always have an extra." Duo took the initiative to lead them to their liberation down the stark corridor.
"Duo, be careful. All these corridors look exactly the same"
"Don't worry. I have an excellent sense of direction."
3 hours later
Duo gave up and planted it in the dead middle of the corridor. "Alright, I'll admit it. We're lost." He stared at the wall. "Damn it!" He stared some more. Still more. A lot of staring. Okay, we need to stop here.
"Ah, Duo?"
"Shut up, I'm thinking."
"C'mon, Earth to Duo…"
"Mary, look at the wall."
"Now, really, I'm beginning to…"
"Do it!"
"Fine." Mary planted it and glared intently at the polished wall.
"You see it?"
"Waldo?"
"Oh bite me." He sighed loudly. "Look…" Duo walked to the wall, flopped onto his stomach, and pawed like a kitty at the floor. He reached into his wallet grabbed the ever handy credit card. He stuffed it under the wall and crawled quickly with the card in hand. Some popping could be heard, and the wall lifted up to reveal a large breifing/war room (you know, with the radar, battle holos and statistics, com centers, that sort of thing). It was buzzing with activity, at battle ready. But, the war's over (for the most part). Who's running this anyway? Is that…..?
What the hell?!
Countdown June 21st 4:17 PM
Okay, now's the time where you go put your comments in a little box for my reading. Remember, 27. So go get your friends to read and review my little story. Review yourself. If I get 40, you get two consecutive chapters! Now there's motivation!
