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Post by L on Jan 2, 2009 23:46:16 GMT -5
I figure it might be interesting to do a fairy tale parody. First up can be...Little Red Riding Hood? If that's what you guys want.
Sign up for roles, for instance:
L - the big, bad wolf who'd rather eat the basketful of goodies than grandma and Little Red
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Post by Mello on Jan 3, 2009 2:36:34 GMT -5
Mello can be Little Red because... he'd just look adorable!
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Post by L on Jan 5, 2009 19:17:17 GMT -5
Okay, no other takers then? I guess the grandma and the huntsman can show up later.
You wanna start?
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Post by Mello on Jan 5, 2009 19:21:40 GMT -5
Sure!
Mello Red Riding Hood edged forwards cautiously through the wood. It wasn't that he was nervous, more the fact that some evil plot writer had made sure that he broke out into a flamboyant skip if he attempted to move quickly. He had a laden basket of sweets and cakes swinging off one arm as a gift for his grandma. The basket had once contained chocolates too, but they were long since eaten.
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Post by L on Jan 5, 2009 19:37:47 GMT -5
L, dressed in a wolf suit to fit this story's purposes, stayed in the shadows of the trees as he observed his target: the weaved container of wonderful delights! If only he could get rid of the crazy blond attached to it...
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Post by Mello on Jan 5, 2009 19:48:17 GMT -5
Mello attempted a run in order to actually reach his grandma's home before nightfall, but just ended up doing a mad sort of twirl.
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Post by L on Jan 5, 2009 20:05:21 GMT -5
L's heart leaped in his throat when he saw the goodies threaten to spill over the edge of the basket. He was a firm believer in the 5 second rule, but from this distance he didn't think he'd have gotten there in time if the pastries fell.
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Post by Mello on Jan 5, 2009 20:09:39 GMT -5
Mello sighed in reluctant defeat, skipping down the path.
"What the hell...?!"
He swatted at the adorable bluebirds and butterflies circling his head in annoyance.
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Post by L on Jan 5, 2009 20:15:38 GMT -5
L considered his options:
1. Throw a big rock at the kid's head and knock him out, then steal the basket.
2. Distract the prancing boy with an empty bulk box of chocolate bars placed strategically on his path, then steal the basket.
3. Smooth talk the blond into giving him the basket.
4. Beat him to granny's house, stuff her in a closet, and pretend to be her in order to receive the basket.
5. Find another, identical basket, fill it with rocks and leaves, 'accidentally' bump into the kid, switch the baskets, and walk away.
6. ..............
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Post by Mello on Jan 6, 2009 3:11:11 GMT -5
"Argh!"
Mello pulled out a gun, firing indiscriminately at the frolicking woodland creatures.
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Post by L on Jan 6, 2009 3:30:19 GMT -5
L quickly ducked behind a tree, a bullet narrowly missing him. With a gun to factor, things were going to get hairy.
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Post by Mello on Jan 6, 2009 10:59:50 GMT -5
Mello holstered his gun and flipped his hair in the style of a shampoo commercial.
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Post by L on Jan 6, 2009 21:44:12 GMT -5
L suddenly felt the inane urge to go with Option #3. He couldn't help it, his legs started moving towards the lone gunman. Gun-boy. Whatever.
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Post by Mello on Jan 7, 2009 3:16:50 GMT -5
Mello glowered at the wolf. At least he was more evil looking than half there damn happy creatures.
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Post by L on Jan 7, 2009 23:46:36 GMT -5
"So, what's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?" L recited awkwardly, leaning against a tree trunk.
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