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 Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 1:43 pm
Noodle's eyes fixated on the screen, a giggle escaping through her wide grin every so often.
She was SO pwning 2D at this, partly because every 10 seconds, she would shove him into Murdoc. The fight was hilarious to everyone but 2D. But his meds had him so doped up, Noodle wasn't sure if he even knew what was going on.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 10:15 am
"SEE? Okay, THIS I can do." Murdoc abandoned his plastic bongos and clicked in as player three. "Y' just hold the shoot button and it's all easy and..." As he was talking, a zombie came out of nowhere and bit the head off his character. "WHAT?" He yelped. "Where th' hell did that come from?"
He looked at the zombie that had killed him. It had 'player two' floating above its head in dripping red letters.
"WHAT THE HELL, NUMBNUTS?! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE SAME SIDE!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 10:23 pm
Noodle burst out laughing and shot 2D before he knew what hit 'im.
"WINNA!" she said, tossing the controller in the air and reaching her arms out to her sides. Noodle turned off the TV and stood up with her hands on her hips. Suddenly, she jumped in between the pair and hugged 'em both, one after the other (she had to force Murdoc into a hug position).
After the long period of time they left Kong, she had really missed them. Although she discovered her true roots, she couldn't help but think that these were her roots.
She settled in the small space on the bean bag and felt sleepy suddenly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 11:05 pm
Russel, though a large man, usually didn't have the size to crash through the floor as if someone laid a bag of bricks... on the floor... multiple times. His eyes cracked open just as he heard the final crack in the floor. Wouldn't you know it, where he was sleeping was right over was the exact same room everyone else was in: the Game Room. He figured this out soon enough, even in his half-asleep stupor because right at that moment...
"OH SHI--!"
BLAM! That blam was a blamming blam that blammed like a true blam when he, and what was now currently the ceiling from his new position, made contact with the floor below. Surprisingly, Russel stopped there... as in, he didn't forcefully make his way through any more floors like he was a po=po cracking a drug bust.
"Damn...!" Was all that Russel could groan as he made his bone-crackling way up onto his rear, now more than fully awake. "Hey, cool. What's up? What's crackin'?" The large drummer smiled as he waited for a response to his loaded question.
He was quite lucky that the ceiling, or himself, didn't land on anything important (except on some random pair of un-worn shoes and an empty beanbag).
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 2:15 am
2D glanced vacantly over at Russel, dimly surprised at his entrance.
"Oh, Russ. Where'd you come frwom?" he asked, his voice slightly squeaky with surprise. "We were jus playin' the zombi- oh, it's off now. Why does she always do that?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 8:11 pm
"'Yo, whut's crackin'?' OUR HOUSE!" A nasty little vein popped out in Murdoc's neck. He grabbed a chunk of plaster and threw it straight up - it flew up through the hole and bounced into the floor above. "Not AGAIN. It's like living in a minefield. Oi! Russ! Step over here. Maybe the balcony will fall off! No, even better. Noodle! Couldja just jump around a little bit and knock this place down the hill into the landfill? Yeah, that'd be STELLAR."
Murdoc twirled his controller, 'accidentally' knocking 2D in the head. "We gotta do some renovations, man."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 8:31 pm
Noodle peeked through half-closed lids, murmured a muffled "Mmph", and went back to lying half-awake between Muds and 2D. The game controller plopped on her head after it hit 2D, so Noodle rubbed her head and looked up.
She drowsily walked over to Russel and yanked the covers off him, curling up in the warm comforter and grinning slightly. Her stomach growled and her eyes opened slightly.
"Food?", she said to the lot, referring to the kitchen where microwave bits of her Gyoza dumplings lay in the fridge in the last edible section.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 6:07 pm
"Yuck..." 2D made a face in the direction of the kitchen, "Can't we just get pizza or sumfink? Maybe they got a new kid, sumwun who'll come up 'ere, y'know?"
He rubbed the back of his head, the bruise from the Atari strike growing bigger now from Murdoc's most recent assault. "Ow, Murdoc, did you have to...?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 5:23 pm
Russel stared at 2D questioningly. Even after, amazingly, all this time he couldn't quite grasp what was running through this blue-haired enigma's mind. Sometimes he would think that 2D was a damn genius, but then he'd get reminded by said singer that all was not quite functioning right. This just happened to be one of those times where he couldn't quite grasp the intention of the words just said.
"Yo, D? You mean like they would come up here so we could chop'm up 'n eat'm? Or so that they''d get a damn pizza? 'Cause I wouldn't mind either'o those options." The drummer stated plainly, with a hint of sarcasm. Russel, in no way, missed Murdoc's words of 'wisdom', though, and pulled out a cleaver.
"Or," he added a pause, looking over in Murdoc's direction with a slightly maniacal grin, "we could have some 'BASS' for dinner. I haven't had fish in a while! Maybe one will fall from above, eh Murdoc? Perhaps we already have one right here? All I would need to do is incapacitate it, club it until it was bloody fresh, gut it and make some GREEN sushi..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 10:15 pm
"N-n-n-n-no! D-d-don't! Russel!" 2D flailed in front of Murdoc in his defence. "I meant get a pizza! Y'know they won't deliever 'em up 'ere!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 10:34 pm
Noodle was attentive at the sound of "sushi" and turned to this strange scene. She rolled her eyes, grabbed the phone, ordered a pizza, and went back to sleep. The guy on the other end sounded afraid once she mentioned the house address, but she knew they would force another amateur with a summer job up here. She hung up the phone and stretched.
The band remained oblivious to this phone-call, and she pulled the covers over her head.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:18 am
"That was 'ilarious, Russ. Y' should get yer own comedy college an' teach night classes fer fat birds an' insecure dorks. Oh wait, you already ARE both 'f those. Nevermind~" Murdoc said to Russel, smirking. Not his best comeback, but it packed enough of a punch.
He snorted as 2D jumped up to 'protect' him. As if A) Russ was dangerous and B) 2D could do something useful with himself. He couldn't punch through a plastic bag. Seriously. They tested it once. "D, take yer pills. Russ ain't gonna do anyfin'. Y' freak too much."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:19 pm
"B-b-but..." 2D sunk back into the beanbag in surrender, his skinny frame almost consumed by its soft surface. His nerves were quite frazzled by the recent abuse, and he could already feel the dull thumping pain of another headache starting up. So, he probably should...
No, they were going to have food; he'd take some pills then.
"Fanks, Murdoc," he murmured, looking down at his hands in humiliation.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 5:05 pm
The doorbell rang and Noodle sprang onto Murdoc's back in a startling manner. She pointed a finger toward the exit and squealed, "Pizza!", motioning for him to take her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 8:14 pm
Murdoc's back let out an awful series of cracks, kind of like that sound a squished snails makes, if it was being squished into a megaphone. Or something. Anyway, with a groan, Murdoc rose to his full, grand height of 5'7'' and laboriously started toward the door. "When yer done wif 'is, d'you want me t' shine yer shoes?" He said sarcastically. "Russ, make sure D doesn't give 'imself a concussion again!" He called over his shoulder.♥ {Gºpop}™
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