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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 2, 2005 12:06:42 GMT -5
EDIT: Changed the stupid title Crummy title. I know. Just a song on the movie 'I Am Sam' that's gotten stuck in my head and seems to fit. The song's by Fiona Apple ... I suppose I'll post the lyrics, and I'll start the fic on the second post- FIONA APPLE LYRICS "Across The Universe" Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, Possessing and caressing me Jai guru de va om Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes, They call me on and on across the universe, Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they Tumble blindly as they make their way Across the universe Jai guru deva om Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing Through my open ears inciting and inviting me Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns and calls me on and on Across the universe Jai guru deva om Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Jai guru deva
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 2, 2005 12:16:59 GMT -5
Summary: Sandra is a tempermental reptile monster. Randall is a recovering actor, trying to write his way to prove his points. Together, can they change the future of the Toon World to something worth living in? Or will their lives just be pointless? Crappy summary too. Basically, I didn't get into it yet, but Randall wrote a script that tells of his life, rebelling against his boss, Waternoose. Sandra goes a bit far and suggests a rebellion in the toon world, since humans can't seem to figure out that Toons have feelings too. She begins to discover that she herself does not know that every Toon has feelings either. I'M working on it. x___x I know it's a ... tad confusing. That's why I need help to make this better- if in some places I should describe the scenery more or explain more on what's going on- DON'T HESITATE TO ASK. I require a lot of help, and it's greatly appreciated. Enjoy (if you can ^^ P.S.- Fungus appears again later on too ...) It was another dull and rainy day in Toon World. And yet, much to Sandra’s disappointment, there was still a lot of obnoxious singing and yelling as if the weather hadn’t an effect at all. She walked drowsily to work, clipboard in hand, and everyone seemed to zoom past her. If it weren’t for the loud honking of horns, she’d have feared that she would fall asleep standing up. Being a toon, it wouldn’t be too rare on occasion to do so, but she really wanted to get on time, or at least just a couple minutes late. She couldn’t care either way- she was just afraid of the line of toons she might receive if she was too late. She worked at an office building called the T.S.P.A. - Toon Sequel Production Agency. She’d meet with several toons, as did the other toons in the department, and they’d establish a sequel to their first movie, with all the toons from that movie present. Sometimes … it just didn’t go over so well. Sandra prayed for a Villain to be officially killed off. If the villain was still alive, it’d star in the sequel, but they were well known complainers. And according to Sandra’s contract, she couldn’t allow a villain to win. It would be a bad influence for the real world. But she could have the villain turn nice … but it really was never believable, only when a henchman or sidekick decided to turn over a new leaf. It’s just not like a villain to give up all he/she’s wanted. It was … unreal. Suddenly, something collided into her, catching her off guard and knocking her to the hard cement sidewalk. She grabbed her clipboard up quickly, rubbing her head, “Watch where you’re going, you -” She stopped, and saw that it was a 3-D Toon, a monster creature like her. He was like a big red jelly bean, with three eyes and backwards hind legs and two long arms. He wore a blue hardhat of a symbol she whole-heartedly resented. He was also carrying a clipboard, and he hid behind it, “Sorry miss, I-I … uhh, I-I gotta go!” he stammered, and he quickly sped off down the street. She rolled her eyes, “Damn, I hate those guys …” she muttered, and crossed the street to her work place. She was supposed to be in that movie, ‘Monsters, Incorporated’. Instead, she was created early by some moron who slipped a bunch of pictures into the wrong bin. Whoever was the idiot who made two bins- one for trash and one for creation, was certainly asking for trouble. She, and several other monsters, were accidentally created. She could’ve been transformed into a 3-D Toon, but one- it was too much money, and two- they wouldn’t allow it. According to them, she wasn’t good enough for the film. So she left, and went on to get a cheap apartment and to start her lousy career-less life. And then, this job came up - the closest she would ever get to being around movie stars, besides becoming a janitor. This job made her somewhat glad to not be a movie star, because half the toons hated having to do sequels, but when their directors insisted on one, they really had no choice. That’s why the sequels stink sometimes. The characters aren’t themselves- they are toons who have gotten a sense of the real world and given the freedom of choice, but they had it taken away when sequels were filmed. So … they just became stubborn with lines. It was what they were forced to do- they didn’t do it for fun. Some toons, maybe, but others … all they could really care about were a cup of coffee in the morning, and a big-screen TV to sit in front of on a Lazy boy all afternoon. She arrived at her floor, and the waiting room door was left wide open. Mrs. Packard sat at the desk, a cigarette in hard and phone in the other, chatting away with someone, most probably her friend Margie. Le Plume, a feather quill, twirled lazily about on a piece of paper. Sandra closed the door behind her, looking around at the empty waiting room, puzzled. Le Plume stopped twirling and practically shrieked in his squeaky French-accent, “The door! Leave it open! It is too hard to breath with Miss-smokes-a-lot here!” Sandra opened the door with a huff, “Packard, put it out or we’ll get complaints from upstairs again …” Reluctantly, she pressed her cig to her ash tray. “Did you scare everyone away with your fumes?” Sandra questioned. “Disney Land opened for toons only.” She explained, ignoring her remark, “Everyone called in and cancelled.” And she returned to her call, “Yeah Margie; I don’t understand ‘em. They’ve really been bugging me lately …” Sighing with relief, Sandra tossed her clipboard like a Frisbee onto the magazine table, peeled off her backpack, and plopped down onto the couch, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling. She smiled to herself, folding her arms behind her head, “Nothing like a day off, eh Packard?” “Shut it, I’m talkin’ here” she dismissed.
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 2, 2005 12:17:53 GMT -5
Sandra never let her remarks get her down, no matter how down her day was to begin with. Slowly she closed her eyes, the bright light of the office fluorescent bulb fading in her view. Then, it happened. Someone blocked the light, and tapped her lightly on her shoulder. She leapt out of her skin, and rolled off the couch, hitting the cold hard tile with a loud thump. “God damn it, Packard …” she growled slowly, rubbing her head, looking up only to see that it wasn’t Packard. It was a purple lizard like her, but in 3D form, with a light orchid underbelly and four arms and legs, and chameleon-like emerald eyes, and three paled pink-tipped fronds on its head. Its mouth was also wider than hers. She struggled to her feet, her body practically in shock since she was expecting rest and relaxation and instead got a poke and an up-close and personal visit with the floor. The unexpected visitor spoke, “Heh … sorry about that. Here, let me help you …” the voice was clearly male. She felt him touch her arm, and she shoved him away in annoyance, but tried to hide the fact she was being rude, though she was rearing to show it. “No, no, no, it’s … fine.” She stretched her spine when she finally stood. She looked blearily at him at eye level, and she turned to Packard, who was turned the other direction, oblivious to what happened. Le Plume noticed, but when she looked to him, he frantically went back to filling out forms. She groaned, hating when she had to deal with stuff like this on her own. “Umm … so, do you have an appointment, Misterrr …” “It’s Randall Boggs,” he introduced, “I’m … afraid I don’t have an appointment, but there was no one here, and I needed to speak to someone …” “You’re required to have an appointment,” she stated firmly. “… I guessed that, but there’s no one here, so …” She took in a deep breath, “Okay, here’s the thing …” she started getting a bit annoyed, “I don’t work with … your kind.” He looked offended at this, and she shook her head, laughing nervously, “No, no, I’m not racist or anything, it’s just … I don’t work with 3-Dimensional toons, and even if I did … Well, you’d need an appointment, since I can’t help any one character from a film; I need the whole cast in my office to sort it all out. Either that, or you’ll need the consent of every secondary and main characters to portray them or if you make them look bad, you’ll need a signed contract.” “Oh …” he seemed disappointed. “But I don’t work with Pixar peeps … so … I’m sorry, but I can’t help.” He raised a brow, “Well … believe it or not, you guys are the only toons in the entire building right now, so … do you think you can just do me one small favor and read my script? … You know … just let me know what you think …?” he asked, holding out a stapled handful of papers. Sandra cringed slightly, but tried very hard to keep a smile on her face. “Well … the thing is … I would, but you see …” she edged over towards her secretary, and elbowed her hard in the back, “My co-workers and I were just going where everyone else went …” “You mean Disneyland?” Le Plume squeaked with happiness. Sandra felt sick, “Sure. I was going to say Starbucks, but I suppose that works too …” she said this all in one breath. “Oh, alright …” Randall said, looking well apprehensive. “I suppose … if I’m not a nuisance, I could join you.” Packard, who had just finished her phone conversation, snorted, “Don’t lie, Sandra- everyone knows you hate the pl- -” She hastily cut her off, “Well-sure-you-can-come-with-us-let’s-go,” she said quickly, snatching Le Plume off the desk and grabbing her knapsack from the floor and headed out the door. Randall, slightly confused, followed soon after, and Packard locked the door behind them. Randall exited the front door of the building to find Sandra sitting in the back seat of an Oldsmobile, staring out into the street. “By the way …” he said, causing her to look around, “I didn’t catch your name.” “It’s Sandra Clemons. You can just call me Sandra.” Randall grinned, “Same with me. I mean …” he blushed a little, “Well, you know; you can call me by my first name- Randall.” She smiled lightly, nodding, at a loss for words. Packard came outside. “Oh no; you brought me into this, you’re driving, princess.” She ordered, tossing the keys onto the front seat rather than at Sandra, knowing very well how klutzy her co-worker was and how bad at catching things she could be. Sandra groaned, and hopped over the head rest into the driver’s seat. “Next time use the door,” Packard reminded, sitting in the back next to Le Plume. This left the front passenger seat open for Randall. Pretending to search for something in between the seats, Sandra mouthed the words, ‘I hate you’ to her secretary. Le Plume, changing back to his human self, shrugged with a cheesy smile. Randall jumped, looking back at him. “How’d you …?” “He’s a freak,” Sandra said dismissively, turning the key in the ignition. Randall frowned. ‘Freak’ was a term usually associated with himself. More clearly, Mike Wazowski would go out of his way to call him that. “Y’know, that’s not very nice …” Sandra snorted, “Oh give me a break; what are you, my mother?” she asked, turning out of the parking space and onto the main street, “He knows I don’t mean it- I’m just fooling around. Trust me; you’d know if I was serious. Those two oddballs back there are the only friends I’ve got.” Packard raised a brow, “Whatever you say, hun - I’ve seen you when you’re around other toons. You’re Miss Popular.” “They only act buddy-buddy with me because they’re good actors and they know if they suck up to me, I’m bound to give into it, which I do,” she said indignantly. Packard sighed.
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 2, 2005 12:19:01 GMT -5
After a short and bumpy ride, they arrived at the Magic Kingdom parking lot. Sandra was cursing under her breath. There was just one lot left to fill out of the entire place. This meant that not only Disney toons were there … “You really wanted to come here, didn’t you?” she asked, searching for her sunglasses. Le Plume was puzzled, “Whaa??” “Oh, never mind. I was meaning to meet someone here anyways.” The three of them would usually split up when they went to Disney Land. Unfortunately, Sandra had Randall to ‘tag along’. Sandra really wasn’t a social person, excluding the certain few among the toons, but she certainly wasn’t one to know everyone who passed by or even cared. She loved to walk alone in the park, go on rides alone, see shows … but now she had a client, who merely came to pry her to take a look at his silly script. It was kind of like … having a boyfriend again, though she was really starting to hate this guy to pieces. She wasn’t always a loner though. She was a pretty sociable person, but all of that changed after her ‘star’ boyfriend dumped her. For the height difference or just that she wasn’t a star toon herself, she couldn’t figure out what she did wrong. She went into a long depression state afterwards, and though she’s quite over him now, she just wants to keep to herself. She didn’t want to ever be ‘too open’ to anyone, ever again, because she’d felt how much it can hurt. They walked up towards the gates in complete silence, and only the clicking of Sandra’s claws on the pavement and Packard’s boots could be heard. They had only gotten up to the curb when Le Plume wandered over to the horse corral. “Le Plume …” Sandra warned. Packard lit a cigarette with a grim smile, “This oughta be good.” He was like a child, putting his feet up on the fence and reaching out to pat Phillipe. Sandra sighed and kept walking, pretending she didn’t know him. A loud whinny was heard, and she turned to see Khan, Mulan’s horse, galloping over and trying to nip him since he tried to climb the fence. Le Plume leapt off of it in surprise, falling flat on the pavement. A group of girls, unluckily from his film, giggled at his embarrassment. He blushed profusely, getting to his feet, trying to pretend nothing happened. Randall looked over in puzzlement. Packard nudged him on the arm, “Don’t worry, kid- he was born a moron.” Le Plume frowned as he approached, brushing dirt off his sleeves, “The fence was wet from the rain; that’s why I slipped,” he murmured under his breath. “Uh huh.” Packard said disbelievingly. Sandra was already on the other side of the empty ticket booths, not bothering to stop and wait. “You two’d better catch up with her- Sandy waits for no one.” “What about you?” Le Plume asked. Packard took a long drag and replied slowly, “I’ve got to meet up with Yzma and Cruella.” “Well, I’ve got to meet up with Webster and Krane.” And with that, he started into a jog in the direction of Mrs. Potts Ice Cream Shop. Packard sighed, “I guess you’re on your own with her then. Just don’t mention your script thing and you’ll stay on her good side. Eventually she’ll read it. I’ve known her long enough …” “Thanks for the advice,” Randall replied. “Don’t mention it. Now, if you don’t mind …” she let out a puff of smoke and trudged her way towards the Haunted Mansion.
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 2, 2005 12:21:27 GMT -5
I got a bit further, but only by a few sentences. Didn't want to leave anyone hanging ^^; Umm ... yeah, appearances by the Bug's Life characters next. At least the circus bugs ... So, for now ... help me on what I know I possibly did wrong ... there has to be something.
Another thing- Smoking is stupid. Don't do it! ;D
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 4, 2005 1:32:30 GMT -5
Good good ^_^ Nice work. .....Reminds me of Characters....greatly...
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 4, 2005 10:10:09 GMT -5
Thanks Sean ;D I'm glad someone read it. I can't believe Florence Stanely (Packard) died before Atlantis's premiere. It's a shame ... I'm still working on the next ...'piece', since I haven't gotten these organized into chapters ... Not that it matters- I hate it when I put a lot of work into something and no one really cares =P D'you mean 'Life of Characters'? Because I can't really remember much of it ... I mean ... I got the inspiration from a little ditty I typed up on my laptop when I was in Florida, inspiration from Disney World. Although, there was a bunch of really fluffy junk in it, and some very odd but slightly funny (I forgot I wrote it and I even laughed when I read it ^^; parts .... So, I never let anyone see it ... but that's what it's based on. Anyway, I'm creating a website called 'Dreamer's Cove' where I'm going to post my own original screenshots and stuff, and I'm going to have a rememberance section for everyone who passed. It's a real shame ..
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 4, 2005 11:47:20 GMT -5
Yeah. I know the feeling. But I don't let anybody down ^_^
OH! Now I know who it is! ^_^
I know the feeling. Lets mourn together ^_^
Oh. Well...it sounds allot like it.... Guess I can say that great minds think alike huh? ^_^
Everyone who passed?
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 4, 2005 12:42:41 GMT -5
'Passed' meaning deceased. Ever since Jerry Orbach's (Lumiere) death hit me hard, I wanted to have a rememberance page like my friend has, and ... lately I've been watching older Disney films or just not too long ago films, and it's a shame that I find that a lot of my favorite characters' actors died. I mean, their voices. It's sad ...
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 4, 2005 12:47:43 GMT -5
Oh... That's...that's nice....that your doing that for them...
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 4, 2005 19:12:38 GMT -5
^^ 'Kay, here's some more. I'm bored, so ... yeah ...... Something to do. ;D Just some 'A Bug's Life' chars, and ... that's it. I need to get more into it later ....
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Randall quickened his steps to catch up with Sandra. Eventually, he gave up and decided to run on all eight limbs, turning invisible. When he neared her, Sandra’s fronds twitched and her eyes narrowed around. He appeared out of thin air, smiling, “Hey there.” She jumped in surprise, and quickly shot a glare, “Don’t do that,” she snarled, “Believe me, it really starts to lose its effect on people.” “You mean you can do it too?” he asked. She nodded, folding her arms close to her chest, looking at the ground as she walked. She thought hard about what to talk about next that wouldn’t lead to reading his stupid script. “So …” she said with an intake of breath, looking at the buildings and rides ahead as they headed down Main street, “Have you ever been here before?” “Nah … not really. Caught a glimpse of it once or twice, but I never bothered to visit.” She nodded, looking down again, watching her feet as she walked. Suddenly a familiar voice rang in her ears, “Hey, Sandra!” She looked up to see Rosie, Dim, Manny, and Gypsy sitting on the benches outside of the Tea Cup ride. She smiled, and headed over, “Hey …” she looked around as she walked and noticed Randall must’ve blended or something. She groaned angrily. “What’s the matter?” Gypsy asked, her round purple iris’s gleaming in the after-rain sunlight. “Oh, nothing ...” she dismissed; if Randall didn’t want to be social, that was fine with her. “Where’re the others?” she asked, giving each of them an embracing hug. “Oh …” Rosie started, “They’re off on the rides. Trying to get Heimlich’s mind off of what happened to … you know …” “Oh …” Sandra realized, “Well, he’s lucky Mr. Ranft was loyal. I know a bunch of voice actors who don’t keep in touch with their characters … Heimlich was very lucky.” They nodded in agreement. Manny finally spoke, “The only thing we can do is keep our memories of them in our hearts.” “Amen to that,” said Sandra. “So, how’s Packard?” Rosie asked, “I understand the death-anniversary of Florence Stanley is coming up soon …” “I know … She’s fine,” Sandra reassured, “She’s still her old self. I’m sure it still affects her in some way, but … well, you know her- she’ll never let anyone see her mourn Flo’s death, or anyone else’s for that matter …” Gypsy nodded, “She’s a strong woman …” “Yep.” Sandra replied, “Well … I hate to leave so soon, but I gotta meet up with someone. I’ll try and catch up with you guys before I leave.” “Alright, take care hun,” Gypsy said.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 4, 2005 19:28:33 GMT -5
Good portrayl. Characters know that they, in a way, can't be brought out about the same without their original voicers..... It's sad....
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 11, 2005 6:11:53 GMT -5
Sorry this is taking a while- but today, I have just tonight to start and finish an essay for English. So ... after that's done, the pressure should lift and I'll be less stressed so I can put another piece up ^^
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 11, 2005 9:21:25 GMT -5
I know, I still have work to do to ^_^ Ran hogged the computer yesterday, so I have to work on my things today.
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 11, 2005 18:56:27 GMT -5
^^
Alright ... finished my essay, so there's a lot of stress gone ... but now it's late, and I can't think ^^; Heh ... excuses, excuses.
I'll work on it Thursday. No school for me then ^^
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