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 Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 7:42 pm
It was time for him to go back to giving advice, as the boxer leaned on him once more. "Then if you trust him, you have nothing to worry about, no matter what others might do." If only Melvin knew about the power of the bonds through punching.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:50 pm
"Yeah that's right that's"- Mark finally looked up from his manual on 'How To Reset Your Runic Operating System to Default Conditions' at what was actually going on. There was a pause. And another pause.
It was at that very moment that the two words, two words that should never be side by side with each other clicked in a certain, very specific way that made them exactly next to each other.
".. Excuse me for a second."
He scooted peacefully off his lifeguard chair, managed to make it a little past the diving board to the refreshment table-
- And flipped it all over. Right into the pool. Normally, this was a feat that he couldn't actually quite accomplish but apparently this status effect had benefits other than the fact that everyone was freaking homo. Was that homo threesomes he saw over there?
"I specifically, like," Mark vented, now that he got everyone's attention, "Said no homo! I can't show a movie with like hot man abs pressing against each other and stuff, that's terrible! Horrible! You've ruined by absolutely sexy movie pilot, and you're like, all fired! All of you!"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Mark you can't fire-"
"I do what I want! Goodbye. Good day. There is no more competition, and I win everything." He didn't wait for anyone else to say anything before stomping on his megaphone angrily, parting through the masses and making a big show about leaving.
Sam continued rolling her eyes until they might have fallen out of her - his - sockets. She picked up the megaphone and casually made her way to the lifeguard seat - aka - the throne of great justice. "Don't ignore the drama king, we're gonna continue production, but this time, it's gonna be my way." She leaned back against her seat, looking extremely smug. "We're still going to cast this and trust me, I'll know when I find someone I like. If you're worried about those promised computers, well, you just leave that part up to me."
Now that she had gotten everyone's attention, she continued. "All right then, here's what we're going to do. Forget this tropical island happy gay stuff we can do that later. Lets skip to the final end scene okay. You arrive back to the Island, having saved the day, but as you turn around, you gasp, and look down. You are bleeding and your partner - choose one now - has stabbed you, dramatically! They have betrayed you because they were only pretending to be your ally. You turn around to them, stare, betrayed, into their eyes, say a few lines, and stumble over, dead. Your partner then stands over your fallen body, victorious, laughing a very evil, sinister laugh."
Everyone stared at her incredulously. Just what kind of audience was she trying to attract with that kind of movie?
"And maybe narrate everything you think out loud, because people love that s**t." Sam mused a bit to herself, wondering what kind of music she should play in the background: her current options being the world's tiniest violin or the strings of Suffering. OOC FINAL ACT- PLAY DEAD: - Find/ quote a partner and reenact the role above. Possibly have it as dramatic as possible? Sam is giving you a very sort of strange, smug look.....
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 6:42 pm
"......."
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The duo were speechless as Mark flipped over the table full of food into the pool, and proceeded to rage-quit the entire production. The act had him folding his arms and appearing rather annoyed at the whole scene, since it was Marks fault he looked so awesome (not that he was complaining), and had to act with two other men (he may of been complaining about this one).
And then someone he didn't recognize stood up to take over, and his instructions...well, they were much better. Being back stabbed by someone you trust? Not a good feeling.
Looking around the crowd assembled, the moon trainee nervously tried to think of someone he...wouldn't mind being back stabbed by. Or doing the stabbing himself.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 2:24 pm
Ofelia had no earthly idea what was going on anymore.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 7:35 pm
Leon just decided to play dead on the floor.
"I can't hear you, i'm dead." best actor ever.
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