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 Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:39 am
~<The Heir of Slytherin...
The poor boy gasped for breath as he climbed out of the pile of cookies, but ate one or two of them as he brushed himself off. He stood staring with large eyes in astonishment at the two girls.
"Why the heck would you blast someone who is trying to come to get information about your organization? Hmm?
My name's Trevor. I was interested in your group, but now that I've been properly assaulted by a bunch of random cookies, I'm not sure I want to know any more...
Who are you, anyway?" he acknowledged the girl holding the cookie launcher, waiting for an explanation.
...has arrived!>~
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:52 pm
|~*^.[Jay].^*~|
...
<["I," Jay replied rather haughtily, "am Jay. You," she added, "have just become a victim of the awesome and mind-boggling powers of the Cookielanche."
She noticed that the boy - Trevor, did he say his name was? - was eating a cookie. Her face lit up. "You like them?" she asked eagerly. "They're my secret special recipe, those ones. Double-triple chocolate with added sprinkles."]>
...
...[Shadow was here]...
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:59 pm
Blossom giggled to herself as she heard Trevor's reply to Jay.
"Double-triple chocolate?! They taste like oatmeal raisin to me... are you sure you baked them right?"
The boy turned toward Blossom, "Oh, hey! There you are!"
Blossom replied, obviously annoyed, "Trevor, what the heck are you doing here? I told you not to show up here! And you weren't supposed to survive the cookielanche. What happened?"
She glanced toward Jay for an answer or some sort of explanation...
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:19 pm
*^.[Jay].^*
"Well, I thought those were the double-triple chocolate ones..." Jay said, confused.
She blushed. "Well, I wasn't sure who it was, so I tried not to kill them. But," she added, brightening, "I suppose I could try again now if you'd like!"
...[Shadow was here]...
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 9:39 am
"No Jay, you don't have to try again. Trevor won't be a problem." she glanced around the room and sighed, "How are we going to clean all these cookies up? The room's a mess!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 10:48 pm
A girl dressed in black, a set of wings on her head, and another on her back materializes, melting upward from the floor. Her tousled purple hair makes her quite noticeable. She lights a cigarette and inhales, smoke gently blowing away as she speaks.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:28 am
"Who are you? What are you doing here? And why on earth are you smoking? Imperial Death Commando Cheerleaders don't smoke. It's in the rule book. Do you want to join us? Be glad you missed the cookielanche." Blossom spoke to the newcomer who had randomly appeared.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 1:57 pm
"Morning, all!" Cerro exclamed, bursting into the room. He actually had no idea if it actually was morning, but it was better than nothing. Irvine the Kiki had given him some problems, running around with his socks and all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:00 pm
Cheer up, emo kid.|~*^.[ Jay frowned thoughtfully.
"Usually, I just eat the cookies, but I suppose I could try the magical disappearing thingy that came with the Cookielanche. The instructions for it are in the manual, which I have here somewhere..."
She hunted through her bag and eventually pulled out a tattered looking manual.
"It should be in here somewhere..." Jay muttered to herself before erupting in a fit of coughs.
"Urgh...cigarette smoke...allergic...can't...breathe..." she wheezed. In her distress, she didn't even realise that someone else had entered the room. ].^*~|lolol, you're so RAD]
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 11:15 pm
((Woah...holy s**t...I've been gone too long...))
"Well....you can call me Hyper. And I suppose if you care that much.." she flicks away the cigarette and blinks at the mountain of cookies....somehow not having noticed them before. "Er...yeah...if I get to do that, I'll add whatever I can to the group." she smiles in lazy amusement.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:14 pm
Cheer up, emo kid.|~*^.[ Jay straightened up. "Ow, my lungs," she said weakly. Then she noticed Cerro. "My goodness, it's Cerro!" she exclaimed. Jay liked stating the obvious like that. "What are you doing here?" ].^*~|lolol, you're so RAD]
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 9:13 pm
*gasp*
"Lots of new people! Okay, who's here to sing up for the squad?"
Blossom ran to the table and opened up a ledger type notebook to write down everyone's names...
"You are going to join, right?"
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 4:37 pm
"To sign up, of course." Cerro answered, gesturing towards Blossom. He picked up a cookie, examining it before popping the oatmeal cookie into his mouth.
Cerro carefully picked out two other cookies, peanut butter chunks and chocolate fudge. "What's with the cookies?" He wasn't complaining, but it wasn't something that he saw every day.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 10:14 am
"That's the remnants of a cookielanche. It's Jay's attack move specialty or something like that. Just be glad you weren't buried underneath it."
She walked over to Cerro with an open notebook.
"Okay, if you want to sign up, we just need your name, weapon of choice, and anything else you might want to add about why you want to join. Thanks! Just bring the notebook back to the table when you're ready."
Blossom went back to sit at the table, practicing her aim with the laser gun Fresnel had given her earlier.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 9:34 am
He tapped his pen as he thought, before beginning to write. "Er, Cerro." Cerro muttered, writing down his name. "Weapon... Irvine!" He pet the cat on the head, hastily withdrawing his hand. "... Because of the... cookies?"
Cerro tossed the book onto the table, sitting down beside it.
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