Okay I have decided to do another chore story. Any body who wants to see
what their fav character does during the simple chore, or how they do it,
ask and you shall receive, after a given time. Thanks to icy flame and to
x-woman for reviewing. Neva this is for you do to your inside story.
Enjoy
Bored at 7: 23
…
Still bored at 7:23
…
Wait something is happening, the excitement is being pumped into my veins, unleashing the utter joy of actually anticipation, the feeling you get at a horror movie
Yes!!!!
Yes!!!
It's now 7:24!!!!!!!!
…
And people yell at me for bringing joy to their dull little lives. Look what I save them from! I who bring them the happiness and suspense that doesn't normally happen, the joy of actually knowing that they are alive and not some brainless zombie intent on destroying the world from the evil Glutton of gloom! Mwhahahaha.
Hmmm, I really need to work on my bad guy's names.
Climbing down from the chair that I was standing on, I looked back over at the other "newbies" as we have so been named.
"What?"
That's right Drake, sell the cute innocent look, maybe they won't remember that embarrassing demonstration of boredom. Luckily it seems that they didn't really notice it, Jubilee to busy with her gum and a magazine, Jean was over a text book helping out her latest student project –Amara-, and Ray was bench pressing his new irons. Hey look at me, Mr. Crisp I am so strong, see even my hair defies gravity!
Okay, I'm done
Now what to do?
-smack-
chew chew chew
chew
chew
chew
whoosh
-POP-
chew chew chew
"JUBILEEEEEEE!!! That is the most annoying thing I have ever heard! Is it possible to chew quietly or for that matter to chew the same piece of gum for hours nonstop, with a smack and a chew and another smack. Why can' you chew it somewhere else, say a insane asylum, bet they have a wing already there for annoying chewers!!!!"
"Bobby!" Jean yelled.
I really don't mean to go off on people, but sometimes there are those rare occasions when not even I can keep my cool. Impossible you say, I know. But it is true.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm really bored, and she is really annoying with all that incessant nonstop LOUD chewing, it just making me a lil nuts." I held up my hand and pinched my too fingers together in the universal sign for small. I don't think that it helped my case though, because she was still looking at me in that I'm-too-good-to-tear-your-head- off-but-your-still-in-major-trouble-look that she has perfected over the years.
"Robert" she started, I hate it when the use my full name, that is a privilege only adults get, and only if I like them, she certainly didn't fall into either requirement.
"Robert, if she bugs you so much, and you are soo bored, I suggest you go out and do something useful"
I was trapped, I was on the hook ready to be brought to my doom, I was being nailed to the cross, I was…
"maybe you should go and" she paused letting the final act of punishment fall on me like a ton of bricks.
Why do seniority holders think they can do this? In their nice way of putting it, "I suggest" really its "do this mister or face a full day of training with Mr. Logan" threat. And while I'm on the topic of complaining about older teenagers, what gives them the right to stop my images of doom? I was on a ROLE explaining my near doom, and she ruined it, interrupting me as she did. Doesn't she realize how hard it is to get on a role these days, I mean not only is it hard thinking up these terrible gruesome images, but still continue with what you were doing, bringing forth the next … Wait what was I talking about again?
"vacuum the main hallway."
Note to self; remember to freeze her underwear and maybe her costume.
And to make things worst, Ray AND Jubilee were smiling openly, openly!!! At my new demonic punishment.
And so I grumbled and groaned and went to get my vacuum. Not exactly a hero's true weapon of choice.
What am I kidding?
If I have been given a choice in the matter of what I got at the superhero's convention, I would probably choose the sucking capabilities of a Hoover then freezing stuff.
I mean how stupid are these powers? In any comic book or any story about the rogue mage/sorcerer can shoot brilliant flames out of his hands, display this wicked green flame to light his way, or at least be able to cook things. Me, I get to make things cold.
Ooohhh, special
This is only helpful if I find myself in a desert, and seeing how well I tan, it ain't gonna happen in this lifetime baby.
There is no cool thing about these, (wait, no joke intended there. Let me try again), there is nothing wonderful about these so-called powers. Look where they go me…
My girlfriend at the time was in trouble, and so naturally I lead the charge to get her back from the clutches of the evil doers. But no matter how hard I struck with my fists, or how mighty my kicks were, my fight was useless, mostly because they never landed, and I was up against a bully 5 feet taller then me, but that's not the point.
The point is, I had a secret weapon up my sleeve, I could save the fair princess with this oh so wonderful power. And I did, I clobbered the guy! Making him into a lovely ice sculpture, complete with expression of surprise.
I was ready for the kiss that my sweet would gave me for coming to her aid, but all I got back was the look.
The look of pure hatred and disgust and fear, the one that a person gives to a wild man-eating beast (sorry Hank)
And then she screamed.
And they went after me, yelling and screaming murderer and other obscenities. They came after me with not pitchforks and torches, but guns and a rope. Calling out for my mutie blood, demanding and accusing me for defiling their town.
The people I had grown up, had walked with to the town parade, or was in church school with their sons and daughters, were damning me to hell…
But that wasn't the worst. No, the threat of my impending doom at their hands wasn't that bad, the thought of my lifeless body swinging by a faint breeze didn't turn my blood cold.
They did.
My own flesh and blood, my own protectors, and love givers, and boo boo kissers, my own parents turned me away. Pushed me back into the waiting gullet of the lynch mob. And the worst part, they didn't even shed a tear.
No there faces were filled with hatred and disgust, much more then any girl or member of the mob did for me.
So I ran…
…
Yeah being the Iceman is a load of fun
Feelings of hatred to myself began to creep at the edges of my brain, and the fact that I still had to bring out the Hoover and still do the dastardly deed wasn't helping.
But I live, either that or my mind is quick to move on to the next project. I was never one for moping around in my self-pity.
Besides, after I was held up in a shed escaping the mob, I mused while getting out the sucking beast and unwinding the cord, the prof got me.
And thankfully erased all the good towns people minds of my mutation. And so the hero of our lil story can keep walking out in the sunset and open up the lovely white picket fence gate, and run to the arms of his loved ones.
Ready? Group sigh, awwwwwww
OF course that will be the day.
Maybe when I finally come to grips with how to clean a darn hallway, where many, many teenagers walk through all day, the wheel markings of the prof chair, the always present mud on some big tough wild man's shoes no names needed. Cough-Logan-Cough. Hmm I seem to have the beginnings of a cold.
Or of course my favorite dirty mark, the incessant blue fur.
Note to self; get Hank a comb on the next Twinkie run.
Note to self; better make that a super big brush with shovel, geese I can barely vacuum with this hair on the ground.
I would be down now, if it weren't fur all the fur. Hahaha I crack myself up. Ha
Ha
'scuse me while I remove the tear from the corner of my eye. Lol
ahhh, all better now. Two more minutes of the annoying buzzing sound and then I'll be done
-vrumm-
-vrumm-
SMACK!!!
-STOMP-
-STOMP-
chew chew chew
"Call me annoying will yah, well take this!" –sparkle-spakle- wizzz—CRASH!!!!
I look up from my beautiful near complete floor of prevacumedness, and to my utter horror, my fellow teammate, the wonderful Jubilee, not only is causing the ROOF to come down, but is also tracking-Mud-Into-MY-NICe-CLEAn- ROOM!!!!!
"COME BACK LITTLE GIRL!!! FREEZE ON!!!!"
I love it when my dumb peer's just ask for it, don't you?
Bored at 7: 23
…
Still bored at 7:23
…
Wait something is happening, the excitement is being pumped into my veins, unleashing the utter joy of actually anticipation, the feeling you get at a horror movie
Yes!!!!
Yes!!!
It's now 7:24!!!!!!!!
…
And people yell at me for bringing joy to their dull little lives. Look what I save them from! I who bring them the happiness and suspense that doesn't normally happen, the joy of actually knowing that they are alive and not some brainless zombie intent on destroying the world from the evil Glutton of gloom! Mwhahahaha.
Hmmm, I really need to work on my bad guy's names.
Climbing down from the chair that I was standing on, I looked back over at the other "newbies" as we have so been named.
"What?"
That's right Drake, sell the cute innocent look, maybe they won't remember that embarrassing demonstration of boredom. Luckily it seems that they didn't really notice it, Jubilee to busy with her gum and a magazine, Jean was over a text book helping out her latest student project –Amara-, and Ray was bench pressing his new irons. Hey look at me, Mr. Crisp I am so strong, see even my hair defies gravity!
Okay, I'm done
Now what to do?
-smack-
chew chew chew
chew
chew
chew
whoosh
-POP-
chew chew chew
"JUBILEEEEEEE!!! That is the most annoying thing I have ever heard! Is it possible to chew quietly or for that matter to chew the same piece of gum for hours nonstop, with a smack and a chew and another smack. Why can' you chew it somewhere else, say a insane asylum, bet they have a wing already there for annoying chewers!!!!"
"Bobby!" Jean yelled.
I really don't mean to go off on people, but sometimes there are those rare occasions when not even I can keep my cool. Impossible you say, I know. But it is true.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm really bored, and she is really annoying with all that incessant nonstop LOUD chewing, it just making me a lil nuts." I held up my hand and pinched my too fingers together in the universal sign for small. I don't think that it helped my case though, because she was still looking at me in that I'm-too-good-to-tear-your-head- off-but-your-still-in-major-trouble-look that she has perfected over the years.
"Robert" she started, I hate it when the use my full name, that is a privilege only adults get, and only if I like them, she certainly didn't fall into either requirement.
"Robert, if she bugs you so much, and you are soo bored, I suggest you go out and do something useful"
I was trapped, I was on the hook ready to be brought to my doom, I was being nailed to the cross, I was…
"maybe you should go and" she paused letting the final act of punishment fall on me like a ton of bricks.
Why do seniority holders think they can do this? In their nice way of putting it, "I suggest" really its "do this mister or face a full day of training with Mr. Logan" threat. And while I'm on the topic of complaining about older teenagers, what gives them the right to stop my images of doom? I was on a ROLE explaining my near doom, and she ruined it, interrupting me as she did. Doesn't she realize how hard it is to get on a role these days, I mean not only is it hard thinking up these terrible gruesome images, but still continue with what you were doing, bringing forth the next … Wait what was I talking about again?
"vacuum the main hallway."
Note to self; remember to freeze her underwear and maybe her costume.
And to make things worst, Ray AND Jubilee were smiling openly, openly!!! At my new demonic punishment.
And so I grumbled and groaned and went to get my vacuum. Not exactly a hero's true weapon of choice.
What am I kidding?
If I have been given a choice in the matter of what I got at the superhero's convention, I would probably choose the sucking capabilities of a Hoover then freezing stuff.
I mean how stupid are these powers? In any comic book or any story about the rogue mage/sorcerer can shoot brilliant flames out of his hands, display this wicked green flame to light his way, or at least be able to cook things. Me, I get to make things cold.
Ooohhh, special
This is only helpful if I find myself in a desert, and seeing how well I tan, it ain't gonna happen in this lifetime baby.
There is no cool thing about these, (wait, no joke intended there. Let me try again), there is nothing wonderful about these so-called powers. Look where they go me…
My girlfriend at the time was in trouble, and so naturally I lead the charge to get her back from the clutches of the evil doers. But no matter how hard I struck with my fists, or how mighty my kicks were, my fight was useless, mostly because they never landed, and I was up against a bully 5 feet taller then me, but that's not the point.
The point is, I had a secret weapon up my sleeve, I could save the fair princess with this oh so wonderful power. And I did, I clobbered the guy! Making him into a lovely ice sculpture, complete with expression of surprise.
I was ready for the kiss that my sweet would gave me for coming to her aid, but all I got back was the look.
The look of pure hatred and disgust and fear, the one that a person gives to a wild man-eating beast (sorry Hank)
And then she screamed.
And they went after me, yelling and screaming murderer and other obscenities. They came after me with not pitchforks and torches, but guns and a rope. Calling out for my mutie blood, demanding and accusing me for defiling their town.
The people I had grown up, had walked with to the town parade, or was in church school with their sons and daughters, were damning me to hell…
But that wasn't the worst. No, the threat of my impending doom at their hands wasn't that bad, the thought of my lifeless body swinging by a faint breeze didn't turn my blood cold.
They did.
My own flesh and blood, my own protectors, and love givers, and boo boo kissers, my own parents turned me away. Pushed me back into the waiting gullet of the lynch mob. And the worst part, they didn't even shed a tear.
No there faces were filled with hatred and disgust, much more then any girl or member of the mob did for me.
So I ran…
…
Yeah being the Iceman is a load of fun
Feelings of hatred to myself began to creep at the edges of my brain, and the fact that I still had to bring out the Hoover and still do the dastardly deed wasn't helping.
But I live, either that or my mind is quick to move on to the next project. I was never one for moping around in my self-pity.
Besides, after I was held up in a shed escaping the mob, I mused while getting out the sucking beast and unwinding the cord, the prof got me.
And thankfully erased all the good towns people minds of my mutation. And so the hero of our lil story can keep walking out in the sunset and open up the lovely white picket fence gate, and run to the arms of his loved ones.
Ready? Group sigh, awwwwwww
OF course that will be the day.
Maybe when I finally come to grips with how to clean a darn hallway, where many, many teenagers walk through all day, the wheel markings of the prof chair, the always present mud on some big tough wild man's shoes no names needed. Cough-Logan-Cough. Hmm I seem to have the beginnings of a cold.
Or of course my favorite dirty mark, the incessant blue fur.
Note to self; get Hank a comb on the next Twinkie run.
Note to self; better make that a super big brush with shovel, geese I can barely vacuum with this hair on the ground.
I would be down now, if it weren't fur all the fur. Hahaha I crack myself up. Ha
Ha
'scuse me while I remove the tear from the corner of my eye. Lol
ahhh, all better now. Two more minutes of the annoying buzzing sound and then I'll be done
-vrumm-
-vrumm-
SMACK!!!
-STOMP-
-STOMP-
chew chew chew
"Call me annoying will yah, well take this!" –sparkle-spakle- wizzz—CRASH!!!!
I look up from my beautiful near complete floor of prevacumedness, and to my utter horror, my fellow teammate, the wonderful Jubilee, not only is causing the ROOF to come down, but is also tracking-Mud-Into-MY-NICe-CLEAn- ROOM!!!!!
"COME BACK LITTLE GIRL!!! FREEZE ON!!!!"
I love it when my dumb peer's just ask for it, don't you?