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 Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:16 pm
Fire the starting gun! Troll: Didero Salons I am representing: Hippo [ Didero had never been to a sporting event before! The atmosphere was positively roiling with excitement--far more than he could ever have imagined from watching crowds shown on TV. Oh my--was he possibly being televised right now? NummCorp. certainly was doing all it could to promote this race! Didero needed to do his part to add to this energy. For the gerbils.
"NUMMCORP! NUMMCORP! YEAAAAH THANKSFORTHEGERBILRACESYEAAH!!"
Granted, Didero was more eloquent when he had time to thoughtfully write out what he wanted to say. ] Fire the starting gun! Troll: Sinter Heilig I am representing: Theodore [ Sinter's thinkpan was vibrating in his skull from all this noise. Normally he'd be terrified, and at that moment he certainly wasn't not anxious. However, the thought of having a cute gerbil he'd trained and cared for win a big race in front of all these people was an invigorating sort of nerve-wracking. He jumped up and down in his spot among the throng. He needed to get some of this energy out somehow! He tried shouting into the crowd.
"GER-BILS! GER-BILS! YEAAAH! YOU CAN DO IT LITTLE GUYS! WHOOOOOOO!"
Sinter's volume wobbled between his enthusiasm and his shyness, but he tried to make up for it with the violent jingling of his bells. ]
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:16 pm
Fire the starting gun!Troll: Atiqua I am representing: Elcapn Atiqua arrived with shutter shades and a boom box. As the shot went off- So did the sick beats start to play. "EL"
"CAP"
"N"
"EL"
"CAP CAP CAP CAP"
"N YO a**"
"THUG"
"EL"
"CAP"
"N"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:17 pm
SECOND LAP! All of that shouting was a lot of fun... And a lot of hard work. The gerbils seem to really be getting into it now, which means a lot more moving and a lot less running in circles and rolling around in the dirt! You're a little lightheaded now, so you might as well take a breather with a nice quiet chant. Calm yourself and your nerves, and maybe wish some lucky energy into your gerbil with a soothing haiku. Haikus are three lines, Have five syllables in them, Then seven, then five.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:21 pm
Fire the starting gun!
Troll: Milieu Aojiro
I am representing: Mercedes
HAIKUS. The perfect way to add energy to a gerbil.
Popping the cap off her pen, Mili wrote down.
Though you are chubby
You are so cute and fluffy
Mercy you're the best!
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:21 pm
Fire the starting gun!
Troll: Lunear
I am representing: Marian
"The queen of the track
Revving those royal engines
Dare you challenge her?"
Sure, he might have been over stepping himself but the company could use the homage to the royal right?
Lunear just hoped he wasn't culled for this.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:23 pm
Fire the starting gun!
Troll: Vremea Everai
I am representing: Mercedes
Vremea pursed her lips, trying to think of a poem before snapping her fingers and reciting one in a heartbeat.
"Mercedes, the best
And no one can deny it
For they are a champ."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:24 pm
Fire the starting gun!
Troll: Atiqua
I am representing: Elcapn
"ALL YOU GERBILS SUCK
ELCAPN KICK THEIR FAT BUTTS
WITH THAT CUTE LIL PUDGE"
Her music still played.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:24 pm
Fire the starting gun! Troll: Didero Salons I am representing: Hippo [ That chant, while honest, wasn't terribly catchy. Didero decided to take a break from yelling to do something he was actually good at: writing.
"Most Hippos are fat,
But can also reach speeds of,
Nineteen miles per hour."
Yup. Beautiful. ] Fire the starting gun! Troll: Sinter Heilig I am representing: Theodore [ Sinter was thoroughly tuckered out, and feeling raw in the throat. The race hadn't even started yet! It was probably a good idea to conserve energy before the real festivities started.
Of course, that was really difficult with everyone else still shrieking. Sinter tried to distract himself with poetry.
"Theo and Laffey,
It's loud on your gerbil ears,
Sorry. I'll bring snacks." ]
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:25 pm
Fire the starting gun! Troll: Dictys Glauci I am representing:  The second lap was upon them - Dictys quieted, fins flaring near imperceptibly. Ey leaned closer, and murmured - " In the stars your face
belongs; lauded, beloved:
hark now, glory comes." For Laureate was Dictys', and Dictys was a winner through and through.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:30 pm
THIRD LAP! Phew. That's much better. The gerbils are lazing about and trotting along the track now, so the crowd seems to have settled down. NummCorp's TROLLCAM has begun to sweep over the audience -- some look and point at the enormous central monitor as it passes, some take the opportunity to kiss or punch their partner, and some choose to cheer their gerbils. This is your 10 seconds of fame! What do you do?! This RP prompt has a 2 sentence minimum and will be in third person past tense.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:32 pm
Fire the starting gun! Troll: Dictys Glauci I am representing: The trollcam! Dictys' fins flared again: this was always eir favorite part. Ey nearly missed eir ten seconds of fame, but ey caught the camera about to hone in on em just in time. Eying it fake-casually, ey flipped eir braid back over eir shoulder, fins fanned elegantly to either side of eir face. The very picture of confidence, Dictys thought, crossing eir arms rather regally and leaning back. Because ey knew Laureate would win this.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:33 pm
Fire the starting gun!
Troll: Atiqua
I am representing: Elcapn
The second she was on camera, Atiqua knew this was her time to pull out the big guns. Or rather- put on her saltiest sailors mouth she could.
"DICTYS SUCKS-"
She was promptly censored before
"HIPPO IS A FAT-"
The camera left pretty quickly.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:35 pm
Fire the starting gun!
Troll: Milieu Aojiro
I am representing: Mercedes
Mili knew that her time had come. She had to make some sort of sign or something to let Mercedes know how much she was rooting for it. Thankfully, she had made the Mercedes gerb-hoodie in real life... Because... well... You know it was just too cute. Wearing it, she began to bounce around, up and down, and wave her arms.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:35 pm
Fire the starting gun!
Troll: Vremea Everai
I am representing: Mercedes
Vremea saw this as an opportunity to hide, really. She hated being seen in the public, especially in big events like these. She quickly covered her face and hid behind the next biggest troll-- a dark blue blood. She felt her heart quicken a little but stayed there, not wanting to be seen everywhere on Alternia. What if they were recording this? What if they could find out every person in the crowd? What if it was so they could cull everyone??? NO CHANCES WERE TO BE TAKEN.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:36 pm
Fire the starting gun! Troll: Didero Salons I am representing: Hippo [ Bored with writing poetry while all of this was going on, Didero quickly bounced up from his seat. It was good timing for him, too, as he came out of his dramatic folding-chair dismount only to see himself on the race track's monitor! Didero nearly stumbled in surprise, but managed to work it into a spin move. He stopped on his heel and made a peace-sign above his eyebrow and winked at the camera, while his scarf came to a gentle stop draped over his shoulder. Didero swore he saw sparkles. It was probably just someone's camera. But Didero definitely saw sparkles. ] Fire the starting gun! Troll: Sinter Heilig I am representing: Theodore [ Sinter was relatively calm again. He sat in his seat, twiddling his thumbs while people on either side of him continued to jump up and down and scream. Wanting to look at something other than the racetrack (the gerbils weren't really doing a whole lot at the moment), Sinter lifted his gaze to the big screeee...
Sinter gaped. He was on the monitor above the racetrack. He flailed around in his seat for a second. He was supposed to do something right now, right? Why was he on the screen? Why was he here again!? OH, RIGHT, GERBILS
"GooOOOH THEODORE, GO LAuuAUAFff..." Sinter trailed off and smacked himself in the face. He almost said "Laureate" while on the big screen. Goddamnit. He'd give Lafayette a carrot later to make up for that spectacular failure. ]
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