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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 12:48 am
2D staggered down to his room, head in one hand. As he approached the bed, he saw the world start to spin in front of his darkened eyes... he struggled to the bed and sat on the edge, leaning right over the edge as he waited for the world to steady itself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 12:57 am
Purple was asleep under 2D's bed, as usual. She was having a dream...a very interesting dream, no doubt, but hopefully its details would remain a mystery. The slight creaking of the bed when 2D sat upon it jarred her from her sleep, and she reached out, accidentally gripping 2D's ankle.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:00 am
Zombies!
2D didn't yelp as the hand clutched at his ankle, but rather sat bolt upright in terror. He looked down at the hand, and somewhere through the haze of his spinning world realised that it wasn't quite as decaying as would normally be associated with zombies... or anything else in Kong, really...
"Eer, hello?" he tried, staring at it in horror.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:09 am
Purple was fully awake now. She looked curiously at what was in her hand, and saw that it was an ankle--an ankle that belonged to a certain blue-haired singer. Calmly, she popped out from beneath his bed, still lying on the floor and just gazing up lazily from the floor.
"Uh--sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, 2D!" she blushed slightly, embarrassed that her sleeping area had been found out...or so she thought.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:13 am
HeadPhonic Noodle gave 2D a pitiful smile and giggled as she imitated Mojo Jojo as best as she could.
"Bad Brossom-uh!", she said after a cackle. Taking her doll, she swept Buttercup out of Mudsie's hand. "I will kidnap-uh your sister-uh now!" She threw herself in between the two dolls in an attempt to "kidnap" Buttercup. Russel chuckled at Noodle's attempt at Mojo Jojo, comparing it to his imitation of a girl. When it fully came to mind, his chuckling grew to slightly harder chuckle. "B-bubbles, I'll s-save you.. from Mojo J-joJo! Eheh heh ha!" Was all that Russel could manage before he suddenly broke down into a fit of tears and laughter as the image of Noodle dressed as said monkey crept into his mind. Oh damn! What a fitting game to play inside a complex called Kong Studios!
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:20 am
I M o o p I Purple was fully awake now. She looked curiously at what was in her hand, and saw that it was an ankle--an ankle that belonged to a certain blue-singer. Calmly, she popped out from beneath his bed, still lying on the floor and just gazing up lazily from the floor.
"Uh--sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, 2D!" she blushed slightly, embarrassed that her sleeping area had been found out...or so she thought.
"Err, wot?" he mumbled, putting his hand to his forehead. He struggled to think some logic into his current situation through his splitting headache. He'd fallen over in the carpark... got down the stairs to his room... felt sick... sat on the bed... zombies... girl. Wot? He was sure he hadn't left anyone under there...
"Yer didn't 'appen t'see any other pills under there? I fink I might 'ave... lost mine..." he said, looking down at Purple. This was making no sense at all.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:31 am
Purple frowned momentarily, then disappeared under the bed. There was a faint rustling noise, and then the familiar sound of pills bouncing against each other in a bottle. She popped back out, this time her face staring up at him from between his feet, and offered him the bottle.
"Oh--I'm Purple, by the way!" she introduced quickly, holding out her hand in greeting.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:42 am
2D took the bottle and bolted back a handful of pills with a noisy, dry gulp before looking back down at Purple.
"Fanks fer... that, yeah. Yer gave me a bit've a shock, Purple," he squeaked, "It'll take a few secs to kick in an stuff, but wot can yer do?" He was in a better mood already, reaching down a hand to shake Purple's, and didn't even consider how comprimising the situation would seem for anyone coming in the door.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:54 am
Purple smiled affably at him, and shook his hand, then got out completely from under the bed, seating herself comfortably at his feet, leaning slightly against his bed.
"Oh, don't mention it!" Purple beamed at him. "I'm sorry for that--I didn't mean to...I just fell asleep under there--I was--" she thought a moment, making up a reason why she would have been under his bed.
"I was looking for one of my shirts, and I thought maybe it was under your bed...well, I was so tired I fell asleep down there." She giggled softly, scratching the back of her neck. "So you're...gonna be all right?" she asked in a suddenly concerned tone.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 2:05 am
"Can't say I've ever hearwd of anywun doin' dat before, but yeah." He held up the jar, squinting at its label. "'S like, industrwial strwengf or sumfink... I won't be rwunnin' arwound or nufink, but it helps, yeah?"
He snorted with subdued laughter, and then gave Purple a gap-toothed grin. "If yer can't find yer shirt, yer can borwrow wun of mine. I got lots. Like, wot does this wun say?" He looked down at his shirt, the letters swimming in his mind in all their upside-down glory.
"...I got no idea."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 2:19 am
"Well...it tends to happen to me a lot..." Purple nodded convincingly, tilting her head for a moment. "Well, as long as it helps..."
She then returned his grin with one of her own. "Really? Could I?" she imagined herself wearing one of his shirts and giggled softly. "Uh--it says--" she paused and read it to herself. "It says 'My risks outweigh my benefits.'" she told him, eyes lighting up. "You wouldn't miss a shirt if I were to borrow one?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 2:26 am
"Nah, it's cwool, go fer it!" 2D waved dismissively in the direction where most of his shirts were piled up. "People jus give 'em t'me at foto shoots, I don' even underwstand half of 'em. Like, 'T-Virwus'. Wot ther hell does that mean?"
He considered it for a moment, and wrinkled his nose thoughtfully. "Jus' pick wun out, an' if it don't smell too funky, 's prwobably safe t'wear."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 2:33 am
"They--they do?" Purple raised an eyebrow. "Wow! Lucky--well--a little bit, I guess." She shrugged and looked over at the shirts, then back at him, considering. "I think that's from Resident Evil--" she frowned, then went to the pile of shirts, looking through.
She picked one up and read it, and held it up. "What d'ya think 'Tazar Yoot' means?" she asked with a short giggle, giving it a quick sniff to make sure it was safe to wear, and then donning it. It looked like a dress on her, and it was a bit baggy, but she did not mind.
"Thanks, 2D! What do you think of it?" she asked rather vainly, twirling about for him, then sitting back down on the floor.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 2:50 am
2D watched Purple spin, a little confused. "It looks big," he commented, narrowing one eye at her, "Makes yer look short."
2D hadn't quite mastered the act of flattery as yet, and this was his honest opinion. It did look big. Really big. He hadn't realised he was that long in the body... and she did look rather short, too, especially with the shirt down almost to her knees. She looked, actually, he thought, like she was just heading off to bed. He'd seen a couple of pictures where chicks wore just these oversized old shirts to bed... eh...
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 3:22 am
"Oh? Does it?" she tilted her head, with a soft sigh. "Well, I can't help it if you're way taller than me!" she giggled brightly, nodding. She pulled at it slightly, chewing on her lip. She didn't bother to care that his remark wasn't all too flattering--she was in a rather good mood, after all. She suddenly noticed a couple of zombie movies, just sitting on the floor.
"Hey! Wanna watch a zombie movie with me?" she asked, with a full-out beam. "I love zombie movies!" she nodded enthusiastically.
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