Author's Note: Wow, I got like ten reviews in the first night! Thanks, but we still need about three more characters. Anyway, I think some people may have misunderstood something. This is a CRACK/ HUMOR Tournament story! We (me and Anticsareme) wanted weird characters. We'll still use everyone that we got. But, you know, we won't take any characters seriously. We still need three more guys/gals to screw around with. Please don't get mad if your character loses. We'll try to use characters after their defeat. Anywayz, please enjoy this cracky filler.
"Hey! Hands off, perv!" Ember shouted at the security officer who was giving her a pat down. He struggled to finish his examinationas she smacked him in the head vigorously.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but it's regulation that every passenger is searched thoroughly in case they have anything potentially dangerous to the flight," the officer said in between the strikes to the head.
"Oh good god, not again. Why does this happen every time she decides to travel? She makes such a big deal about it. She's the biggest pervert the world has ever known anyway," Angel sighed.
"Hey, I resemble that remark! Don't take it back!" She shouted at Angel as the poor security guard finally let her go. She ran ahead as Angel received his pat down, or as Ember likes to call them, "perv downs".
"She's an idiot, crazy, and a liar. Whatever she tells you don't believe her. You will lose everything, including your mind. I already have lost mine twice. Still looking for it sadly enough," he said almost crying.
"What's this?" The officer pulled a flask out of Angels' pocket.
"Um… um… um, um um um um… IT'S IMPORTED SODA!" he yelled spastically. He yanked the flask out of the officers' hand and ran for it.
A rather nerdy young man watched the crazy scene unfold. He wore coke bottle glasses, a button up shirt with a bolo tie, and rainbow suspenders. Pushing his huge-ass glasses up, he muttered "I'm glad I'm not on the same flight as those guys."
From behind Angel and Ember was another girl. She glared at the scene in front and said nothing. Headphones blaring music that others could barely hear. She wore camo shorts and had a camo hat. Around her neck were two necklaces. One a coffin the other resembled a skeleton key. An aura that said 'Don't piss me off.' But in her head she was only thinking about how she wished she had her camera on her.
On the plane…
"So, how did you manage to escape security?" Ember asked Angel as they got seated.
"You already know," he said rubbing makeup off his face, "This is on the list of things we shall never discuss again. I don't care what you say," he said getting into poncho. He frowned and shivered, he hated cross dressing.
"Okay! Fine. I'll never not ask you again. So, how did you escape?"
"Usted es un culo," he said with a straight face, "I dressed up as you and ran the hell away. They will arrest you in a few minutes. Good luck in prison."
Ember chuckled. "You really know how to sweet talk a man, Ange."
"But you're a woman! And don't call me that!"
"Where the hell is it!" An extremely loud voice ringed throughout the plane. Everyone there turned around. They saw the uber-pissed girl rifling through her bag. "Where the fuck is it!"
A flight attendant who wore a fake tan and too much make up approached her. Grabbing her shoulder lightly, she asked "Is something wrong, miss? If you need assistance, I would be glad to help."
"Where did you put my I-pod, bitch! You stole it! I'll cut your throat and drink you blood for this injustice!" She shouted at her. The pissed teen punched the attendant and picked her up by the collar and threw her out the window.
Ember jolted up quickly, and got her guitar out of the overhead bin. "What are you going to do? Hit her in the head, sooth her rage with a sonnet? What woman, what!" Angel freaked out.
"Screw that! I'm getting out of here!" Ember yelled. But the plane had already taken off into the air, "SHIT!"
The girl gave her a murderous glare.
"Where is it?" She jumped on Ember and tried to strangle her before seeing something under the seat, "Oh. There it is," she said grabbing an I-pod, "Mommy's been looking everywhere for you."
She got off of the half mauled Ember and sat down in an empty seat like nothing happened.
Angel pulled Ember back into her seat. "You okay?" he asked.
"Good lord! What is that woman's problem?" Ember groaned in pain.
"I don't know. But I wish you hadn't broken my camera. I could've won a hundred thousand dollars from that video alone. Then I wouldn't have to do this tournament. Ah the places I could go," he said blissfully.
"Hey, are you going to the Duran City Tournament?" That nerdy guy I mentioned earlier asked.
"Nerd alert!" Ember yelled, and then groaned in pain.
"Yeah. Who wants to know?" Angel asked suspiciously.
Mr. Nerd gave a creepy grin. "The names Fredrick. But you can call me Fred, cutie," "Cutie" being Ember.
"The only thing I'll call you is Creep, now get out of my face, or I'll stab you in the groin." Her voice had a sharp undertone.
"You won't be saying that when I win!" he declared.
Angel cracked his knuckles, and Fred quickly went back to his seat.
And the whole flight was rather pleasant from then on…
Until that crazy chick lost her I-pod again.