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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 11, 2005 22:10:54 GMT -5
Four day weekend for us ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 12, 2005 19:58:54 GMT -5
You're lucky =P My school's messed up. Well, the whole stupid borough's messed up. It's not like many people will come on Friday- since regularly kids will skip Fridays ... but with the heightened truancy ... I guess not. I just hope it doesn't rain- it's been going on forever. Since last night and into tonight now. =P AND since my dad's taking the car into the city, I have to walk in the morning. So I'm really hoping it doesn't rain =P
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 13, 2005 11:22:24 GMT -5
"I like it when it rains heh..."
Well....I have work I have to do though. Got another chapter of Treasure Planet I'm hoping to get done first.... Then my graduation Project. Then FF.net ones.... Then a few on here....
.... At least Ran kept everyone at FF.net busy for now...
"You owe me..."
Hmph...no way.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 13, 2005 11:54:32 GMT -5
Umm...FONY. A little OT here. But umm...how LONG should I make the Treasure Planet part? I can't really remember allot, but there a few things I remember. It's just the Hogwarts part I remember allot about because we were, basically, in the whole movie....
But for Treasure Planet, I don't recall us going on it, because it itself is the Keyhole....
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 13, 2005 11:55:56 GMT -5
Actually, nevermind that. I'll figure it out.
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 20, 2005 15:20:12 GMT -5
Huh? Erm ... okay ^^;; Umm ... here's a bit more. I didn't get much into it because I'm doubtful about what the heck that dumb fox's name is .... -=-=-=- Sandra quickly gave each of them a hug, and Dim on his horn, and headed back up Main Street. It wasn’t long before Randall came out of the blue again. “What was that about?” he asked, “I thought you didn’t work with ‘Pixar Peeps’.” She scowled, “They’re old friends,” she replied simply, and looked up to see a wall of characters near Cinderella’s Castle. ‘So that’s where they all went …’she thought inwardly. “What’s the crowd about?” Randall questioned. Sandra shrugged, heading towards them, “How would I know- Tarzan’s probably scaling the castle or something …” “Who?” “… Forget it … umm …” she stopped in her tracks, stretching up to try and see over the crowd, “Let’s see if we can get around these guys …” She walked over towards a closed gift shop and squeezed past a couple of toons, and snuck around the crowd by leaning against the buildings. Randall followed close behind. Squeezing past the hefty Chinese man Chien Po, Sandra looked up to see what the commotion was about. Captain Hook’s daughter was furiously soaring after Peter Pan, zipping around the castle like a rocket. Cheering could be heard from the villains as Tessa jabbed her sword through his green hat, while others booed and shouted. Without turning her head, she narrowed her eyes to see Randall near her, looking up at the fight. Quickly, Sandra blended herself into the background and ran for it, weaving in and out of the crowd. Randall looked around with a frown, but he soon knew what she was doing when she bumped into Tantor and sent the elephant onto his hind legs in fright. She flinched and looked over to see Randall coming at her, not seeing her, but he was pretty close to meeting her eyes. She zipped past the elephant and swiftly darted around the Dalmatian family, and several puppies yelped in fright after feeling her brush past. She turned around while running to see Randall smiling sheepishly as several toons gave him looks as if he were to blame for the commotion. Not long after, she ran headlong into several princesses who were chatting animatedly about their hair or something or other, and screamed a little when they were bumped into. Sandra scrambled away hurriedly and sped off, finally getting past the mess of characters, still invisible, and she headed to the ‘It’s A Small World’ ride. Randall was the least of her worries now, but he would be if she ran into him later. She felt bad about ditching him … but she never spoke to these guys she was supposed to meet up with in so long, and chances are this wasn’t good. -=-=-=- I promise I will include Randall more. He does get pretty angry when he finally finds her later ... but these guys coming up- not the social kind, and they think they're baddies. But they're pretty stupid ... ^^; Anyways ... it gets into how they found out that other toons from Warner Bros and Nickelodeon have much more rights than they do, and they have more say in things. Leads up to small talk of a rebellion and stuff ... doesn't get serious ... yet.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 20, 2005 15:28:18 GMT -5
So I guess Randall'll get in with a bad crowd thanks to being left alone huh? Good so far ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 20, 2005 15:31:19 GMT -5
Ehh ... he ends up running into the pirates, but ......
you'll find out ^_^ I still need to work on it.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 20, 2005 15:43:43 GMT -5
^_^ I live surprises ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 20, 2005 17:58:31 GMT -5
^_^ Weekend's coming, and I got a bunch of ideas ... I'll try real hard to get more done
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 20, 2005 18:26:51 GMT -5
Same. Gonna be busy this weekend too.
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 20, 2005 18:42:04 GMT -5
Amazingly, I got some more done. ^_^ Bitten by the writing bug ... or something. Lol. Anyways ... all I have to say is ... Silver's fun! ;D Here's as far as I got. Again.
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She scaled the awning in front of the ride building and pulled herself up onto the angled roof. Cautiously she went towards the back of the building, her claws tapping a bit too loudly on the tin roof. Once she came to the drain pipe, she slid down it into the alleyway, and slipped through the open basement window. Randall snarled angrily as his chameleon-like optics scanned the area. He couldn’t believe she just ditched him like that … well … she was a little weird. Smoothing back his fronds, he headed down towards what looked like a large log flume ride. Several toons were here and there, so that at least made him feel more secure. A little girl with long black hair sat on the opposite end of the bridge, staring at him wide-eyed. He continued walking, making his way along the bridge, watching her warily. “Look out!” she suddenly shouted, pointing. In the next instant, he was drenched in cold water. Shivering from the sudden iciness on his scales, he looked over to try and see where it had come from. “Sorry for the late warning …” the girl said, motioning for him to come over, “Quick, before it goes off again!” Soaking wet and confused, Randall had no other option but to listen to her. He trudged over, fairly annoyed. “I’m Lilo,” the tan-skinned girl greeted, extending a hand. He absent-mindedly shook it- he suspected it was partially because he was in shock from the water, because he was never too good with kids … rather, they never liked him. Especially human kids. “Randall Boggs,” he introduced. “Are you an alien?” she asked, eyes bright. “Uh … no.” he was now wondering what the heck an alien was. “So you must be a demon or a monster or something like that …” “I’m a monster,” “I thought so. You were in Monsters Incorporated then, right?” Randall’s jaw tightened, “… Yes.” “Never saw it,” Lilo said breezily. “I only saw a couple o’ Disney films. Nani says it’s better to get to know toons in person rather than to see a movie. I would know- I’ve met a bunch of toons who were evil people in movies but are pretty cool in real life!” she exclaimed with a bright smile. “Really …” “Yup!” she nodded. “So … I never seen you around here before, and I practically know everyone. What brings you here?” Randall could see a grey rabbit toon look over his shoulder when she asked that. This girl was kind of annoying … cute, maybe, to some people … but annoying. And nosey … he wondered where the heck Sandra had run off to, because he certainly looked odd talking to a little girl who would normally be afraid of him … “What’s this ‘ere?” a deep voice asked in amusement. Randall spun around to see a large man who looked to be half-bear, wearing pirate clothes. With his robotic hand, he pointed out the two as he passed by, “I told ye’ the old way o’ ‘tings ‘ave gone down t’eh pipe. Sooner or later y’e’ll be seein’ Jafar skippin’ ‘round with a coupl’a talkin’ bunny-rabbits.” He roared in laughter at his own prediction. A pirate with a large red hat and black curls, and a hook for a hand, passed the man with his crew as he headed into the Splash Mountain gift shop. The laughing man patted the hook man hard in the back, sending him struggling against the forces of gravity. “Ye’ got that one, didn’ ye, Hookie?” he asked, nudging him. “Yes, yes,” ‘Hookie’ answered, looking annoyed. A young girl whom Randall recognized as the one flying around after the man in green stormed past the crew as they piled in, and punched the fat man hard in the stomach as she passed, “Silver, leave my father and those guys alone,” she ordered, glancing briefly over at the two, “Dad, listen to me.” She said firmly, slamming the gift shop doors closed and yelling could be heard through the glass windows. The man called Silver glanced through the windows as the shouting commenced, “Oy … wouldn’ go in t’ere if I was yous.” He advised them. Lilo stared back with wide innocent eyes; Randall’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Common sense was to never trust a pirate. He knew that much about these sorts of people.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 20, 2005 19:28:01 GMT -5
Heh heh... It's always interesting to see Characters acting together ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 22, 2005 11:49:46 GMT -5
;D
No Randall in this one, sadly. Just a little bit with Wesley and others. I'm kind of annoyed at this since I didn't really capture Wesley all too well ... but it sets the focal point for Sandra to start thinking that things around Toon Town need to change.
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“Ah, Sandra, glad you could be here.” A voice greeted. Sandra straightened out her shirt and headed over to the round table of the basement, “Hello, Weasley,” “It’s Wesley!” he corrected, scowling. Trying to contain himself, he got off his chair, his nose barely reaching the table top. “I know you’ve met all my little minions …” he said as he walked past Vitani, a tan lioness, Nuka, a scruffy scratching dark tan lion, and Lefou, a big-nosed short man, but not as short as himself. Across the table was a tall sneaky looking Fox that walked upright like a human. He rose from the table and bowed with a smile to Sandra. Wesley rolled his eyes, “And this guy’s …” “Honest John,” she finished for him, her voice thick with sarcasm, “I prefer to call him John the Jerk,” John sneered. Vitani snickered. “I take it you’ve met …” Wesley guessed, only half-surprised. Nuka snorted, “Obviously.” Sandra’s fixed glare on John ended when Wesley spoke, “Alright, down to business,” he said, clambering onto his chair, pretending no one saw. “As you know, toons from different companies are present here today. I am good friends with a good few of these toons. They’ve informed me that their owners have finally agreed to let them use real money, not those stupid token-craps they make us use.” “So …?” Vitani asked, “Don’t cuss.” Sandra warned Wesley. “So???” Wesley asked incredulously, ignoring Sandra, “This is insane! Didn’t that CEO man promise us more freedom than anyone could ever give us???” Honest John’s eyes flashed, “No one can ever give us more freedom than what Walt Disney had given us when he was around,” “Well, we wouldn’t know anything about him personally, now would we, Johnny boy??” Wesley shot back, “This guy’s getting too much power! We need a … a …” “A revolution?” Sandra suggested. “No, no- we can’t- no one would ever follow low lives like us.” “Speak for yourself, short-stuff.” Vitani snarled. There was a long pause of silence where everyone was thinking to themselves of a better way to handle this. All that could be heard was the low hum of machinery above them and the muffled singing of ‘It’s A Small World’. Honest John tapped his chin thoughtfully, gazing around at everyone. Finally, he spoke, “I suppose there’s nothing better for us to do then to start a couple riots.” Vitani and Nuka grinned mischievously, “We can arrange that,” Vitani replied. “No fire of any kind is to be involved!” Honest John ordered sternly. Sandra rolled her eyes, “Oh, come on. We can do so much better than that. Those didn’t cause anything- that just landed Gaston in toon jail for several months. We need a new plan.” She paused, “… Why doesn’t anyone just … speak to Mickey Mouse about this?” Everyone stared at her as if she was mad, and soon after they were laughing hysterical. “What the fudge is so funny??” she snarled. “I’m sorry, Sandra, but …” Honest John apologized, but it was clearly false, tried to put it simply, aside from all the political junk, “Mickey Mouse is never seen around Disney Land, nor Disney World, or any theme park, no where whatsoever, not even in Toon Town! He’s only seen for tapings of ‘House of Mouse’, and those shootings take fifteen minutes tops of acting. No one talks to him besides Donald and the rest of that little gang. And maybe his lawyer …” Sandra sighed, “Well, then why don’t you guys get everyone’s attention about that? He’s the closest guy we have to Walt Disney, and he sure as heck can’t be too happy about all these restrictions and junk. He’s the only one who can be able to lead everyone in a -” “Don’t even bring up a word of that, Sandra.” Wesley warned, “The one word is all it takes to get us all thrown outta here. It’s happened before, it’ll happen again.” “It happened once because of the big fight between the villains and the heroes!” Sandra fought back, “Not word of a rebellion!” “Shhh-shh!!” he hushed. “What?” Lefou finally spoke, “It’s not like if anyone hears the word, they’ll all rebel.” “No, but several cast members are floating around. If they catch wind of this, we’re done for.” Sandra was silent for a moment, realizing something, “We don’t need a rebellion,” Wesley sighed, “I’m glad you finally agree.” “We’ve had so many rebellions and they did nothing except heighten security.” “That’s right,” Honest John agreed, nodding. “What we do need is,” Sandra looked up across the table at Wesley, a glint in her eye, “A revolution.” Wesley went wide-eyed, and he smacked his forehead in frustration, “Y’know! Sandra, this isn’t -” “You guys think it over,” she advised, arising from her seat, “In the meantime … I have to leave,” she turned and climbed out the basement window. Everyone was silent, and no one bothered to stop her. A revolution sounded like the only thing that would solve all their problems … but if they didn’t win, it would cause problems …
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Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 22, 2005 11:57:20 GMT -5
Ah. You know. It's good Randall isn't in this one. The main character can't know EVERYTHING that's going on. I like how you did this chapter with it's meeting and arrangement.... Hmm...gotta get started on Characters too....oh jeez so busy...
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