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Post by RandallBoggs on Jan 24, 2006 15:26:49 GMT -5
Yeah ^_^ But it's kinda like a moral thing... !! Kinda like Meg! yeah! You could say that Sandra doesn't want to get hurt again and Randall sorta gets her out of that...
....Oh! Sorry...it's your story sorry...
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Jan 25, 2006 15:53:42 GMT -5
You got it ^^
Here's what I forgot to finish after the last piece ... I posted this on FF.NET already ...
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Randall smiled, but he still wasn’t all too sure, “Thanks.”
A voice called, “Hey!” They looked, and it was a young woman who was calling to them, a Spanish girl with short black hair, tan skin, and blue overalls with a white t-shirt underneath. She wore a gray cap atop her head.
“Hey Audrey.” Sandra greeted.
“You guys wanna see the show?” she asked, motioning them to follow, “C’mon, I got a top box seat!” she laughed.
Sandra weaved through the crowd past the Dalmatian puppies she scared earlier on accident when she went invisible. Sandra really didn’t want to see what was going on, but at least it was something to pass the time away. She didn’t want any more awkward conversations with Randall Boggs, that’s for sure.
Audrey disappeared down a side alleyway, and when Sandra came around the corner, she was gone. “Up here,” she called from the fire escape, and kicked down a ladder for them. She disappeared onto the rooftop, and Lilo’s head suddenly peered over the edge, “Hey you guys!” she greeted as the climbed up. Once they were on the roof, Randall noticed an odd young girl, about Lilo’s age, with deep black hair with blue and green flames at the tips. She had green skin and she wore a gray toga with sandals.
“This is my friend, Desdemona!” Lilo exclaimed.
The girl stared with mild interest at Randall, pulling her knees up to her chest on the angled roof, “I saw your movie.” She said.
Randall nodded in understanding, looking to Sandra who was talking quietly to Audrey. Lilo spoke, “Des’ got teased by Mike Wazorski once,” He liked it how she mis-pronounced his name, but the word ‘teased’ stopped his amusement.
“He teased you?” he asked. Des nodded, “Yeah, but my Dad got back at him. My Dad always does. He shot a flame,” she lit a fireball of blue and green in her palm to explain, “right on his behind.”
Randall laughed.
“Oh, by the way,” Lilo remembered, “I found Stitch, but he’s in one of those moods again so I left him alone.”
“Who’s Stitch?” Randall asked.
“Her ‘puppy’” Desdemona answered.
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“Who’s your friend?” Audrey asked in a low tone, raising an eyebrow towards Randall’s direction. Sandra replied breezily, “He’s just a client,” she explained. Audrey nodded in disbelief, “Uh huh …” “Look, I’m never getting myself into that again, alright, so …” Audrey laughed quietly, “Oh, c’mon Sandra. Everyone knows you need a bit of cheering up.” Sandra scowled, her red eyes glinting slightly, “Well, falling in love again certainly won’t due the trick …” then to get the subject off her, she asked, “So what’s up between you and Vinny?” She sighed deeply, “It was going okay, we just … decided that we’d see other people.” “And?” “And neither of us have seen other people so far,” she said with a laugh, looking down at her ex, who was the DJ on the stage, currently sitting there, sunglasses on, and fiddling with a Game Boy. “You still love him?” Sandra asked. Audrey nodded, “Yep. I’m not sure if he feels the same still …” she looked up, “What about you and Mushu?” Sandra felt sick at the name, “Please. I’m really over him. I’m starting to wonder if I suffered brain damage or something when I dated him,” they laughed. ~~~~~
Heh ... just thought I'd add in that bit in the end. Strange choice of boyfriend, eh? Mushu's so freakin' short lol ... ^^;; But look at Roger and Jessica Rabbit! ;D Anyways, after this it goes right into the show, which I finally have managed to complete a little 'song' for it, surprisingly. I might post more later- not sure yet.
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Post by Veg on Jan 25, 2006 17:06:52 GMT -5
Heh, nice chapter! ;D Oh and FONY, what kind of heroic thing will Scroop do?
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Post by RandallBoggs on Jan 25, 2006 18:09:14 GMT -5
Ah pretty good. I liked the little bit of info on Sandra in this one ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Jan 26, 2006 21:30:48 GMT -5
;D Thanks Sean.
Veg- I'm not so sure yet as to what he does, since I discussed my idea with my brother and he liked it, even though it was little, but I'm thinking up something that will make others think he's got a heart without him being too out-of-character.
Here's the rest of ... Chapter 8, not released on FF.NET yet. My poems always suck, so ... be gentle. ^^;
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A drum roll started up, and Vinny scrambled, dropping his game boy in a frantic as he went to place a cd in the player. He shoved his microphone back up around his ear and attacked a couple of switches. Lights lit up the stage in brilliant colors. A blue stream of light appeared, and a blue man in a toga with winged shoes, hippy glasses and a staff zoomed above the crowd, “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, witches and wizards, animals and humans,” he took a breath, “aliens and monsters, and all the Warner Brothers toons! Like, I welcome you to Disney Land! Those who have been here before, and those of you who are joining us for the first time- you’re always welcome here …” he paused, and put a hand to the side of his face as if letting them in on a loud secret, “Just make sure you visit only on Toon Night- the tourists are nuts if you know what I mean,” There was laughter among the toons, and he pointed his staff towards the DJ, “Hit it, Vinny!” Vinny, who had calmed down, lazily, fingered around for another disc and switched the disc from the opening Fantasia music to the background music of Topsy Turvy. He flipped his mike in front of his mouth, and his Italian accent boomed over the audience’s heads’ in monotone, “Presenting to you Clopin Troulliefou, the one and only king of the gypsies, master of puppets and … things … and your host to take you on a magical tour of magic, mystery, and excitement,” he finished, laying back in his chair. Hermes was slightly annoyed, “You stole my line and you didn’t even say it right,” he complained over the microphone. “Hey, look man,” Vinny said casually, “People don’t even know I exist until you say ‘Hit it Vinny’. I’d like to hit it alright, right over your- -” He was cut off just in time as a loud puff of purple smoke clouded the center of the stage. A man appeared as the clouds drifted away. He wore a strange outfit of purple, pink, and yellow, a purple hat with a yellow feather protruding from it, and a dark pink mask. He also wore dark purple gloves, jester-like shoes complete with bell on the tips, one striped pant-leg, and a short poncho like thing with bells dangling from it. He had shoulder length black hair and a small black beard. “Gather ‘round, my friends, I have something for you,” he started, obviously unaware of his co-host’s squabbling earlier, “It’s something I think you’ll find to be quite true, For our ‘master’ of our company that we’ve come to put up with, Cannot conceal what he truly is for we all know it’s no myth, This man who claims that he is our just ruler, When the way he treats us could be no crueler, Try as he may to hide this, It’s really quite hard to miss …”
Hermes zoomed above the audience and continued, “Now I know I shouldn’t brag, But I saw him dress in drag, And I tell ya, do my eyes sting!” the audience laughed, “He’s incredibly dumb, He likes to suck his thumb, It’s a wonder he thinks he’s a king!”
Vinny continued in his usual monotone, “Though all this is true, I know he will sue, We might be jailed after this song. But his chin is so wide, It’s impossible to hide, Tell him, and he’ll say we’re all wrong.” Clopin spoke again, “But it’s not about looks, It’s the fact he’s a crook, And a very dumb one at that, He approved of this tune, Which just proves he’s a loon, Or maybe he just can’t read shat,”
Hermes took over, “He steals candy from babies, I believe he has rabies, Just look at the bite on my a-”
Vinny quickly covered, “Ask him about all us, He’ll reply in a fuss, ‘I ain’t got the time to care.’”
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It ends there- more to happen in this chapter. Gets pretty crazy ... anyways ... I hope no one has suffered severely from my lame half-arse song. ^__^;; I try ... I try. ^_^
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Post by RandallBoggs on Jan 27, 2006 15:06:11 GMT -5
Ha hah hah hah!!!
"Hahaha!!!"
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Jan 27, 2006 17:53:43 GMT -5
You like it then? ^_^
I had to change Eisner's name to Rensie. It's his name spelt backwards ^^ I did that 'cause I don't think you're allowed to base fanfics on a true person. ^^;
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Post by RandallBoggs on Jan 27, 2006 18:02:16 GMT -5
"Uhh...."
Well Uhh....
"I do..."
Uh yeah hello here? ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Jan 27, 2006 18:25:01 GMT -5
I mean ... you can't say someone's an evil CEO (Eisner) even though he is. I think. I dunno. I just know on FF.NET you can't refer to non-fiction, real-life people.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Jan 27, 2006 18:28:15 GMT -5
"Hmm...."
Ehh I suppose... But you can if you have their permission. And yeah I guess...I suppose Eisner wouldn't give you permission ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Jan 27, 2006 18:30:20 GMT -5
Considering the fact it'll make him look really bad ... no, I don't think he'd let me use his name ;D
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Post by RandallBoggs on Jan 27, 2006 18:31:10 GMT -5
^_^
"Heh heh..."
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Jan 27, 2006 18:38:09 GMT -5
Okay, here's some more. I should've gotten a lot further than I did this week, but I didn't =P I'll look at my book tonight to think up some ideas ...
Lemme know if it's too dramatic. ^^;
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And suddenly, as soon as Vinny finished, an air horn sounded off, and thousands of black shadow-like creatures poured into the audience. Toons scattered in all directions, some screaming, others fighting back against the yellow-eyed demons. A voice addressed them over the loudspeaker, “WB toons, exit out through the main entrance in an orderly fashion. My toons, don’t run off too far, because I need to speak with the lot of you. Don’t try to escape- we’ve got guards at the gates. Anyone unwilling to comply will be thrown into toon jail.” The announcement ended. Desdemona and Lilo were huddling together in fright. “C’mon,” Audrey called, scooping up Lilo in her arms. Sandra picked up Desdemona and ran after her friend as they hastily made their way down the ladders. “Where’re you going??” Randall asked, his voice sounding a bit panicked. “Just follow me,” Sandra responded, “We have to hurry.” Randall obliged. He was worried about what those creatures meant. He was more worried for the fact that he had no idea what they were exactly. Audrey headed around the back of the building next door with Lilo clinging to her neck. She smashed open the glass window and opened the lock. There were no blood- just small scars on her fist that would disappear sooner or later. The building alarm didn’t go off since they were usually shut off in buildings on Toon night since toons were known to do crazy things. There were, however, several guards in the area. Sandra only hoped that they wouldn’t get caught. They walked toward the front of the gift shop and saw through the metal-bars that shielded the glass. The shadow monsters weren’t physically attacking anyone, just trying to herd them along. An explosion of blue flames could be seen reflecting off the glass counter. “Daddy!!” Desdemona cried in despair. Audrey quickly put a hand over her mouth and shushed her. She waited to see if it caught the attention of the enemies before she removed her hand. “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be alright,” she comforted in a soft tone. This calmed her a little, but tears still ran down her cheeks. “What’s going on?” Randall asked as he sat down beside Sandra who was hiding behind the counter. Sandra simply shrugged, “I haven’t been here for a year, but a lot’s changed so … Audrey?” she asked. “It’s Rensie’s screwed up way of making us listen,” she replied as she lifted Lilo into her lap. “He does this every time he has something stupid to say.” “Do you think he’s doing this because of Clopin’s song?” Sandra asked. Audrey dismissed it, “Naw, he does songs all the time. When Rensie needs to make announcements, he does this. He believes being forceful is the only way any of us will listen.” She said, rolling her eyes, “It should end soon.” Something big slammed against the metal guard and shook the glass a little, causing them to jump. “What was that?” Lilo asked. Sandra put her hands up, “I don’t wanna know.” She said simply. Desdemona was no longer upset, and she grabbed a tray of tag-less toys out from the bottom of the counter. She and Lilo sifted through them, keeping themselves occupied with identifying who the characters were. Audrey sat with her head back against the desk, trying to rest her eyes despite the commotion that was going on outside. Sandra turned to see what Randall was doing, and as she turned, he quickly hid his hand towards the other side of his body, pretending she didn’t notice it as he stared at the tile floor. “What’s wrong?” she asked. He turned over on his side, facing away from her, “I despise glass shards.” He said. Sandra’s eyes widened, “Did you get hurt?” “I’ve dealt with worse,” he replied. She snorted, “Aren’t you the proud one.” She sneered, and turned away. Not moving, she asked, “Does it hurt?” “Of course it does,” Randall snapped, a little too mean in his own opinion. “Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that, now would I?” She countered, and turned and peered over the countertop, fronds low. The crowd had cleared from the window, but there were still some toons far away.
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Had to end it there though I had some more. =P
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Post by RandallBoggs on Jan 27, 2006 18:44:46 GMT -5
Interesting way to handle things. The feeling of getting hurt, and not, by an event where you WOULD be hurt is just a good situation. Good work ^_^
"Aww...come on! Let me at'em!"
Don't mind him ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Jan 27, 2006 18:55:15 GMT -5
^^ Yeah ... I figured the 2D toons would find it strange for a toon to be able to get hurt physically, since they're used to dealing with very little or no pain at all. Randall ... you're not mad at me, are you?
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