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 Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:33 pm
((This is a private RP. Please do not post unless invited/given permission))
Marshall was bored. He wasn't just regular bored, he was in a new level of boredom. A level only seen by Accountants and Tito Jackon's Manager. He was no longer panicing over what he was turning into; he stopped that a lon time ago. He wasn't "fine" with it by any streach of the imagination, but he had freinds and people to care about now.
In order to relieve this boredom, Marshall sat in the entertainment room, wearing his usual cargo shorts and a black T-shirt with his creaton, Sno Cone, on the front. His feet, shoeless today, were proped up on the coffee table, next to an extremely large pile of DVDs. Marshall had his own stash in his Duplex, but the Island has some films he couldn't pass up. In one hand, he held a bottle of Orange Crush. In the other, the DVD remote. He smirked, as the cheesy pseudo-disco music started coming from the TV. His first choice of Films:
"THE NIGHT OF THE ZOMBIE CHEERLEADER"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:44 pm
Gaius heard the music before he stepped into the entertainment room. He was likewise bored, and came over to see if he could find a good action flick to waste his time. Something like Gladiator or The Rundown, with lots of fights and stuff. It seemed someone else had gotten there first. Peering around the corner, he spotted the lit TV, the pile of DVD's on the table, and finally the shaggy brown mop barely visible over the back of the couch. Grinning, Gaius snuck in quietly until he was standing right behind the guy. And then...
"BOO!!" he shouted, hoping to get a jump out of his friend.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:48 pm
"HOLYCRAP!" Marshall said, hair standing on end, jumping an estimated three feet in the air. He droped his bottle of Crush, spilling it on the carpet in front of the couch. He didn't seem to notice this though.
He turned around sharply, greeted with the sight of a large muscular man with brown hair. Marshall smirked a little, finding the humor in it.
"Jesus Gaius! You scared the crap out of me!" Marshall said, laughing a little.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:53 pm
Gaius roared with laughter, clutching his gut. "Th-that was AWESOME! Ha ha ha! I didn't know you could jump that high!"
He continued to laugh and snicker as he moved around to join Marshall in front of the TV, eyeing the rotting girl waving pompoms on the screen. "Looks like you've got some high-class material here, huh?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:59 pm
"It wasn't THAT funny!" Marshall grumbled, before Gaius commented on his movie choices, which instantly sent him into Movie Nerd Mode. "Hey, these movies are Classics! I got 'I Was a Werewolf Orthodontist', 'The Garbage Pail Kids', 'I Still Vaguely Know What You Did Over Spring Break', and my personal favorite, 'Halloween on Thirteenth Street: This Time Every Body Dies'!"
He patted the pile of DVDs, picking up the now-empty bottle off the floor, putting it back on the table.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:08 pm
"So anything even remotely good is off the list, huh?" He snickered, settling down on the couch. "Well, I suppose if you want to waste your brain, less-than-B films are the way to do it. At least they're good for a laugh! What's the plot of this one, anyways?" Gaius scooted back a bit and slouched into the sagging cushions, making himself comfortable.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:16 pm
"I'm not really sure. Lets see...Um...She's a cheerleader...And now she's a zombie...And they're having Sex...And she just ate the Guidance Counseler..." Marshall chuckled, enjoying how horrible this movie was. He looked over to Gaius, smirking. Even though he would never admit this to any one, except maybe Iona, he actually was starting to see Gaius as a sort of Big Brother, as embarassing as that sounded.
"...You thirsty?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:23 pm
Gaius glanced at the empty Crush bottle and grinned back at Marshall. "Sure! Though I don't know where you're going to get anything, besides the caf... Maybe we should make a food run and pick up some popcorn and snacks?"
He didn't make any move from the couch though, instead closing his eyes and grinning. "Wake me when you bring back the food..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:36 pm
Marshall rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine. While I'm out I might go see what Sophie is up to." he said with a deviant smirk. He knew that Gaius was prone to crushes, and worst of all prone to being extreamely embarassed about said crushes.
It was infinate ammusement for Marshall, I'll tell you.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:52 pm
"S-Sophie?" Gaius sat up with a start, face instantly turning from tan to red. "She's not out and around, is she? I mean, you wouldn't say anything about me to her if, you know, you ran into her, right?"
Sophie was indeed a crush of sorts, though Gaius claimed to himself that she was just a very, very good friend. They'd only recently met, but something about the girl's shy and gentle nature appealed to him. Too bad Marshall seemed to have noticed the chemistry and wasn't about to let Gaius get away without proper torment.
"Hmph, just wait. Someday I'll find out there's a girl you like. Then it'll be pay-back!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 9:41 pm
Ohhh, how tempting it was to tell Gaius all about Iona, but Marshall decided that that was best saved for another time. He chuckled at Gaius' reaction to the mere MENTION of Sophie. He thought they made a good couple, there was no denying that.
"So, gonna help me get the Sodas or am I going to have to get a ukelele and start singing Kiss De Girl?" Marshall asked. Scary part was he probably WOULD find a Ukelele just for that.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 9:52 pm
Gaius grumbled, pushing himself up off the sofa. "Fiiiine. Just don't start singing. I KNOW how bad you are!"
He walked along with Marshall down the hall and out towards the caf, all the while glancing around for fear of a possible Sophie-spotting. She seemed to like hanging around Marshall, and had mentioned him a lot.
"Hey, Marshall... I heard you're a cartoonist or something? Do you draw a lot?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 9:58 pm
"I'm a great singer! You're just tone-deaf!" Marshall retorted, trying his best (and failing) to sound offended. As the two of them walked to the Caffeteria, Marshall was almost startled by Gaius' question.
"Huh? Oh...Well...Yeah, I guess. I mean, I draw a lot but none of it is like, good or realistic. Its all cartoons. I had an online comic going for a couple years, thats why Sophie already knew me before we met." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What about you? Didn't you make Rollercoaters or some thing?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:03 pm
"Rollercoasters?" Gaius blinked. "I wish! That requires way more physics than I was interested in taking. Nah, I'm an architect. I just build houses and stuff like that. Was hoping to help build some duplexes around here, but Moreau has his own crew for that. Still, I have a couple project ideas to keep me busy." He smiled proudly, thinking of the blueprints back in his room. "You know, things for the islanders to use and stuff!"
They reached the cafeteria and headed in, Gaius making for the snacks while he left Marshall to fetch the drinks.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:07 pm
"Stuff for Islanders to use...Huh..." Marshall murmered under his breath, opening up the large, industrial refridgerator doors and taking a six-pack of Coke and a six-pack of Orange Soda. With both hands full of soda, he managed to close the door with his foot. Skillful for a future penguin!
"Alright! Hurry it up! I want to see the Cheerleader Squad's captain's head explode!" Marshall said, knowing THE NIGHT OF THE ZOMIBE CHEERLEADER better than any one ever should.
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