Amphi's head swiveled and suddenly Mac. And the wolf from the spring...BUT MAC.
"Mac!!" She walked over to the Reaper too and joined Hairwolf in his attempt to stop the reaper. "Mac are you leaving?"
Enoh Love
Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 10:37 pm
Enzo was in a slightly trimmer suit today, crisp and black with a fresh fedora and shoes shined until they glistened as he stepped into the room.
The advertisements posted about had been the perfect opportunity.
"Well, hey hey hey, ladies! And er... gentlemen," He glanced to the two fellas who seemed to be there for the snacks and on their way out. Possible fans? Possible chumps.
"I heard you got a real fine establishment goin' on here. A Dangerous Fanclub. Johnny's a close, personal friend o'mine, and a client, see? So I got a proposition. Which oneoya' fine dames is in charge here?"
He glanced to the two who seemed to be squealing the loudest.
"How'dja like this to be the official fanclub?" He reached into his jacket, pulling out a rather thick set of paperwork.
Freya finished squealing just in time to see a boil - sort of familiar, but she didn't know his name - walk in looking all fancy like. She was happy to see him - until he opened his mouth. And suddenly, Freya's bubbly, bright personality started to darken. Her blue eyes started to cloud over with anger. And that lithe little frame of perfectly helpless feminine pantless ghoul took a turn for the demonic.
"I'm in charge." Freya hissed, storming over to him and looming - or attempting to loom, Freya really didn't have any looming power - at him. "And yeh listens here, boil. This is the official fanclub of Johnny Danger, Amityville Chapter, Section 14 Delta." She reached deep down under her shirt - let's not ask where she was holding those - for her charter. "As signed by Meredith Scabbelton, President of the Johnny Danger Fanclub Syndicate, three years ago - AND Johnny Danger himself." She only held the certificate out for a second, to show him - the paper itself was like a national treasure to her, and nobody was ever allowed to touch it. Ever.
"I lobbied for seven months to get this charter. I fought three other ghouls until they were unconscious for this charter. I cut off a lock of my hair and sent it to the shrine of Danger up in Warlock Hills, because apparently they do some weird things and they promised they'd never try teh steals my soul - WHATEVER! THE POINT IS!"
She slunk the paper back into her shirt. "This is the official Johnny Danger fanclub."
Questioning her on the subject seemed like a sore spot. She'd gone to a lot of trouble for her one and only idol.
Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 11:06 pm
Enzo flinched back as the surely brawd whisked some flimsy- yet official- looking papers his way.
He simply removed his hat, (His hair had been properly slicked back for a proper serious business look), and offered the fresh leaflet he had brought out to her. "You are A official fanclub. But with these papers, also signed in triplicate by Mr. Danger himself, and initialed here, and here, as you can see, in blue ink and everything, this would make you THE official fanclub. Above all the others. Personally and fully endorsed by my client. They'll put it on his interweb web site page and everything." His hat was set on a nearby desk as he pulled a set of something else from his pocket, "And each Official member gets one'a these. Hand-signed by the man himself." They appeared to be printed Fanclub Cards, each bearing a photo of Johnny striking his winning most pose, with 'X O X O ~JD" written in very familiar handwriting in gold ink over top. They sparkled.
"Aint no other club offered this opportunity in all o' Halloween."
"That is because no other club can be offered that in Halloween." Freya growled out, looking more menacing by the moment. "Because nobody - not even Johnny Danger himself - has the authority to do that. Yehr messings with ghouls from around the globe who have done some very serious bloodletting teh makes sure Johnny Danger's fanclubs are safe from peoples like yeh. So yeh better - yeh know whats? No, I'm not even goings teh deals with yeh. I'm talking teh Johnny myself. Because, believe it or not, yeh sleazy little.." She didn't even know what he was, so she left it at that.
"Johnny Danger wouldn't sell out like that."
Somebody had a very high opinion of her teen idol.
She whipped out her phone, opened up her contact list, and sent a very special, very scary text to JD.
ravvlet
To: ~*~*~*~*~*~Johnny Danger~*~*~*~*~*~
hi johnny, sorry to bug you right now, but theres a little sleazeball interrupting my meeting of your fanclub and if he doesn't get out of my face, ima rip his off.
Hope you're doing well!!!! Thank you again for our arrangement I cant wait to see who wins!!!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 11:19 pm
Emily's head popped up behind Freya's shoulder as the smaller girl balanced on her toes to glare at Enzo. "Those are really pretty and I'd like one please but you shouldn't challenge Freya's authority because she's a great president!" She disappeared and then hopped again, "Did you want a spooky? They're burnt and awful looking but Mr. Monty said they have personality."
What he actually said was, I hope they have a good personality because they obviously won't get by on looks or taste alone.
"The BEST, I'd say! And that's what Johnny's guys said. And that's why he sent me here to you fine birds! I mean ladies. And these'll be your's if you wanna' sign up." He gave Emily a wink, but tucked the cards away to pull out what looked like a new phone. Thankfully, the guy at the store had an ap that helped the whole situation become a lot easier for the young man who's sense of technology was lucky to comprehend the 1950's. "I'd love one of them spookies, tho, Miss." He rattled out a text-telegraph as quickly and discretely as he could.
Ravvlet
To: Danger Man
Just tellin Ms Freya about that little business venture we spoke about [stop] nothing to worry about tell her I got it[stop] I'll bring the BL tonight ;o) [stop]
He was pleased by the addition of the smiley face. He tilted his head to appreciate his fine text-messaged little face. He was learning, see?
Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 11:42 pm
Quote:
Text to: M. Scabbelton
we have a code 23 at the amity charter, be advised
Freya snapped her phone shut, her breathing quickening as she prepared to launch like a harpy at Enzo's face, when Emily's gentle, shaky offering made her pause before killing the boil. So she stood there, silently, and brooded the inevitability of her fingernails burying themselves into Enzo's skin.
Ducking around Freya, Emily held out the tray of spookies, which were quite burned and possible weeping ashy tears at their abomination of an existence.
Should Enzo eat the spookies...
Roll 1d6!
1 : Go to the bathroom immediately 2 : Pass out for 2 minutes 3 : Unaffected, they taste like shoes 4 : Hallucinate that everyone is now JD 5 : Your pain inspires you to write poetry about suffering 6 : Unaffected, the cookie is delicious!
Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 10:23 am
Nio Love
hey gal pal
as long as he aint pretty you can rip off whatever u want, sounds ace to me
& no probs betty ur plan was brill A+ would schwing again
Bilious
dude what quit wiggin ur buggin out man for cear tho that ghoul is gonna take you to the cleaners she plays rough
Enzo took a cookie, but it did not pass his lips just yet as he hesitated to tap out another text:
Ravvlet
BL= Bootleg [stop] that s**t from my still man [stop] you're bustin my balls here bro [stop] she is pretty hot tho gams for miles and birds escapin their nest up top if you know what I mean [stop]
The cookie danced inches from his lips as he concentrated on that text message.
He almost ate the cookie, except his phone made noises at him again and he hesitated to respond with a snicker.
Ravvlet
Would be better with some more meat on her bones [stop]
Then he remembered he was standing in a room with other people. "These uh. Look. Fabulous, Pidge." He smiled weakly at Emily, turning the cookie over in his hand.
There was a rumbling of bass notes from the doorway like a whining dog as The Boss peered in. Feeling sorry for the poor forgotten Upright, he tossed his familiar the cookie.
"So about this business-"
Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 10:52 am
The Boss happily thrummed deep notes of approval as it chomped away at the offered cookie, tiny glowing beady eyes locked on Emily with adoration... until a sudden discord interrupted his musical voice. His strings rumbled and his jagged wooden mouth twisted down into a frown.
By the time Enzo glanced down to see what was wrong with his partner, the upright Bass was suddenly giving a high-pitched wail of strings as he wheeled back and forth frantically across the room, dropping dead rats in a trail behind him.
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