~*~*~*~ When Fans Go Bad!: The Les Mis Version ~*~*~*~
(Or: A Game for Bored Young Girls to Play)
~*~ By Mrs. Enjolras (Andi) and Mrs. Mori (OK, no more bubblegum for Mori!) ~*~
A/N: Y'know, I think all of these are going to be by me...get used to it! =P Anyway...Mori wrote the beginning. Obviously. *g* Let me just assure everyone that I take pride in greatly exaggerating my love for Enjolras. I am definitely NOT this bubblegummy, nor this obsessive. I act it, but I'm really not. Keep that in mind. ^^;;; Anyway, Eru is the God from LOTR. And the "meanwhile, back at the ranch" phrase really isn't meant to be an inside joke, but it's better understood if you've read The Reptile Room by Lemony Snicket. And an oddlook is, quite obviously, an odd look. It's an odd practice we have, to make it one word. ^^; So, as usual, read, enjoy, and review!
~Andi the Not-as-Bubblegummy-as-She-Seems~
III. Chapter One, or: Reviving the Enjies
It was a warm, sunny day. Many would also call it happy, but then, "most" does not mean "all". One such exception was a certain brunette. And, naturally, the only solution to a problem such as this was to sit in a dark room, acquainting oneself with a bottle of SPIT. The girl half-muttered, half-sang a tune under her breath, between gulps of said SPIT. Drink with me... *gulp* To days... *gulp* Gone-
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door. Looking up from her bottle of SPIT, the girl answered in a monotone, Yes, what do you want?
Andi, get out of that room! was the angry reply, and a black- haired girl burst through the door, breaking the lock in the process. What is *wrong* with you?!
Don't you know? It's awful.
Mori gave a frustrated sigh, but did not reply.
...Alright. You know Les Mis?
Mori sighed again. Of COURSE I know Les Mis, you fool! What's gotten into you? Just get to the point.
Well...well...Enjie-poo died at the barricade!! With this, Andi broke into tears.
As if I didn't know! Mori rolled her eyes. So what does that have to do with anything?
No one ever... *gulp* Told them that a... *gulp* Summer day could kill... *gulp* They were schoolboys... *gulp* Never held a gun... Andi lapsed back into her trance, alternating between singing and drinking.
Never held a gun? Mori snorted and grabbed Andi's bottle. We *are* the Authors, you know. We can do anything!! She went into a bout of mad laughter, and when she stopped, Andi was looking at her with wide eyes.
That means...we can bring back Enjie!!!!! she squealed, grabbed the bottle back from Mori, and drank the rest of it as a means of celebration.
The black-haired girl strode to the door, face shining with enthusiasm. Yep, exactly. Let's get to it! Aaaah, and cute ickle Gavvie! ...By the way, I'd recycle that if I were you.
Andi blinked. Er...right. So, what are we supposed to do? Just write for them to appear, and that's it?
Hah, right, if only it were that easy, Mori muttered, shaking her head. No, not at all. No, alas, we have to... She went on to explain the procedure to Andi, who listened intently. Some eight hours later, they were ready to begin.
~
Enjolras, who had returned to hear the story, shuddered at the memory of this...ehm..."method" of bringing them back to life. "I believe *dying* was less agonizing than that."
Shush, Enjie. Let me continue.
"You too?" Enjolras groaned at the use of his nickname and sat down next to Mori. "Keep going."
Where's Andi?
There was an evil glint in Enjolras's eyes. Mori raised an eyebrow. Er...never mind. I'm not sure I want to know. Shaking her head, she turned back to the scroll.
~
The next day, Andi was bouncing up and down with happiness. In honor of Enjie's return, she was preparing in several very, um, unusual ways...
Hey, Andi, you ready? I just had to get a few things before we could - aaaah!! Mori almost fell over in shock as she entered the room. Holy Eru, Andi, what are you WEARING???
Andi innocently shrugged. Her chesnut-colored hair was tied in a bun, and a blonde wig was draped over it. She was wearing bright blue contacts, and something of a replica of a revolutionary outfit - complete with bloodstained white blouse, tricolor sash, gun, and ripped pants.
Mori groaned in frustration. Oh, Andi... She ripped off the brunette's wig and took her gun away. Now stop this insanity. Get back into your normal clothes and let's get started.
Fine, Andi sulked, stalking out of the room. You're no fun.
~
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
"Back at the ranch?"
Yes, back at the ranch. It's an expression.
"What ranch?"
It doesn't MEAN a ranch! Now stop bugging me, Enjie!
Enjolras gave Mori an oddlook. "I didn't say anything..."
"Heya, Mori!" Courfeyrac waved at the Second Author cheerily as he and Combeferre popped out from behind Enjolras.
Ack! What are YOU two doing here?
"Sitting in midair," Courfeyrac replied innocently.
"Where's Andi?" inquired Combeferre.
Ask HIM. Mori moodily poked Enjolras (earning a death glare from said revolutionary) and returned to her writings, frustrated at the sudden audience she was getting.
(Or: A Game for Bored Young Girls to Play)
~*~ By Mrs. Enjolras (Andi) and Mrs. Mori (OK, no more bubblegum for Mori!) ~*~
A/N: Y'know, I think all of these are going to be by me...get used to it! =P Anyway...Mori wrote the beginning. Obviously. *g* Let me just assure everyone that I take pride in greatly exaggerating my love for Enjolras. I am definitely NOT this bubblegummy, nor this obsessive. I act it, but I'm really not. Keep that in mind. ^^;;; Anyway, Eru is the God from LOTR. And the "meanwhile, back at the ranch" phrase really isn't meant to be an inside joke, but it's better understood if you've read The Reptile Room by Lemony Snicket. And an oddlook is, quite obviously, an odd look. It's an odd practice we have, to make it one word. ^^; So, as usual, read, enjoy, and review!
~Andi the Not-as-Bubblegummy-as-She-Seems~
III. Chapter One, or: Reviving the Enjies
It was a warm, sunny day. Many would also call it happy, but then, "most" does not mean "all". One such exception was a certain brunette. And, naturally, the only solution to a problem such as this was to sit in a dark room, acquainting oneself with a bottle of SPIT. The girl half-muttered, half-sang a tune under her breath, between gulps of said SPIT. Drink with me... *gulp* To days... *gulp* Gone-
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door. Looking up from her bottle of SPIT, the girl answered in a monotone, Yes, what do you want?
Andi, get out of that room! was the angry reply, and a black- haired girl burst through the door, breaking the lock in the process. What is *wrong* with you?!
Don't you know? It's awful.
Mori gave a frustrated sigh, but did not reply.
...Alright. You know Les Mis?
Mori sighed again. Of COURSE I know Les Mis, you fool! What's gotten into you? Just get to the point.
Well...well...Enjie-poo died at the barricade!! With this, Andi broke into tears.
As if I didn't know! Mori rolled her eyes. So what does that have to do with anything?
No one ever... *gulp* Told them that a... *gulp* Summer day could kill... *gulp* They were schoolboys... *gulp* Never held a gun... Andi lapsed back into her trance, alternating between singing and drinking.
Never held a gun? Mori snorted and grabbed Andi's bottle. We *are* the Authors, you know. We can do anything!! She went into a bout of mad laughter, and when she stopped, Andi was looking at her with wide eyes.
That means...we can bring back Enjie!!!!! she squealed, grabbed the bottle back from Mori, and drank the rest of it as a means of celebration.
The black-haired girl strode to the door, face shining with enthusiasm. Yep, exactly. Let's get to it! Aaaah, and cute ickle Gavvie! ...By the way, I'd recycle that if I were you.
Andi blinked. Er...right. So, what are we supposed to do? Just write for them to appear, and that's it?
Hah, right, if only it were that easy, Mori muttered, shaking her head. No, not at all. No, alas, we have to... She went on to explain the procedure to Andi, who listened intently. Some eight hours later, they were ready to begin.
~
Enjolras, who had returned to hear the story, shuddered at the memory of this...ehm..."method" of bringing them back to life. "I believe *dying* was less agonizing than that."
Shush, Enjie. Let me continue.
"You too?" Enjolras groaned at the use of his nickname and sat down next to Mori. "Keep going."
Where's Andi?
There was an evil glint in Enjolras's eyes. Mori raised an eyebrow. Er...never mind. I'm not sure I want to know. Shaking her head, she turned back to the scroll.
~
The next day, Andi was bouncing up and down with happiness. In honor of Enjie's return, she was preparing in several very, um, unusual ways...
Hey, Andi, you ready? I just had to get a few things before we could - aaaah!! Mori almost fell over in shock as she entered the room. Holy Eru, Andi, what are you WEARING???
Andi innocently shrugged. Her chesnut-colored hair was tied in a bun, and a blonde wig was draped over it. She was wearing bright blue contacts, and something of a replica of a revolutionary outfit - complete with bloodstained white blouse, tricolor sash, gun, and ripped pants.
Mori groaned in frustration. Oh, Andi... She ripped off the brunette's wig and took her gun away. Now stop this insanity. Get back into your normal clothes and let's get started.
Fine, Andi sulked, stalking out of the room. You're no fun.
~
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
"Back at the ranch?"
Yes, back at the ranch. It's an expression.
"What ranch?"
It doesn't MEAN a ranch! Now stop bugging me, Enjie!
Enjolras gave Mori an oddlook. "I didn't say anything..."
"Heya, Mori!" Courfeyrac waved at the Second Author cheerily as he and Combeferre popped out from behind Enjolras.
Ack! What are YOU two doing here?
"Sitting in midair," Courfeyrac replied innocently.
"Where's Andi?" inquired Combeferre.
Ask HIM. Mori moodily poked Enjolras (earning a death glare from said revolutionary) and returned to her writings, frustrated at the sudden audience she was getting.