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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 7:32 pm
Demy's leap out the doorway was stopped short as one of his wings was suddenly snatched. He yiped loudly as the forward momentum he had was suddenly stopped, further putting strain on his captured wing. "********!" Flapping the other wing uselessly, the star struggled to reach Chef and pry his paws off his wing. "LET GO!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 7:45 pm
Chef grimly held onto the demonic's wing. "Now you hold it right there," he growled, clamping the knife between his jaws like a determined pirate. With his other hand free, he hauled on the demon's wings until he could grab his body, trying to get a hold on him that would not only secure the prankster but prevent him from using his wings as well. "Which intern are ye? I'll get after your pal next -- hold still!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:03 pm
Paws now full of the sticky marshmallow substance, Chris struggled to not only free it from his hair but keep his paws from sticking together. The entire time the host was whining, whimpering, and damn near crying over the state of his hair.
"Intern? Dude WHATTHEHELL I'm not an intern! I'm a rockstar!" Growling back at Chef the little demonic continued his struggles. No way in hell was he going to stop moving and make this easy on Chef. Perhaps his wings were secure...but Demy still had demonic claws and fangs, and he was determined to use them. Giving a little snarl the youth started raking at Chef's arms with his claws. D: OW.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:22 pm
Chef winced twice -- the first was at Chris' pitiful whimpers, and the second was Demy's use of ohgodwerethoseclaws?! "Sit'cher punkass down!" He roared, releasing one hand on his wings and attempting to grab over the other wing in some sort of a bizarre bear hug. "Intern, rockstar -- you punks all look the damn same, Sparky!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:30 pm
"I can't sit down if you're holding onto me SHITHEAD!" Demy spat, getting in a final rake with his claws before being caught in the twisted version of a bear hug. "Oh great now what are you going to do genius?!" Squirming the bit that he could, Demy continued to growl and snap at the much larger Audio. "And I DO NOT look like a damn intern! I have style, not that you'd know anything about that!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:31 pm
hey demy and maru, how are you two? heart
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:38 pm
Tired, drained, and waiting for the week to end. You?
"Shut the hell up!" Chef hissed between clenched teeth, trying not to cut the struggling punk with the butcher's knife he held. He tightened his hold on him and began walking back to the tree, gritting his teeth. Those cuts were beginning to sting! "If you've put up with him as much as ah have," he hissed, "You'd know more than you'd want to know about 'style.'" See-through pink dress that was the rage in Paris? Check. Giant spider? Check. Psychotic killer? Check. Chances are, Chef's wardrobe was bigger and stranger than Demy's would ever be -- not to mention more kinky.
But that's as far as this train of thought will go.
Once at the tree, Chef spat out his knife to one side and turned, grabbing a length of lights. He then attempted to wrap them around the struggling demonic. "Yo, Chris! Help me out, I got the punk that punk'd you!" Chances were, Chris wouldn't do anything. But it was worth a shot.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:42 pm
Ahhhhhhhh! -falls in- Mello XD
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:44 pm
why tired and drained maru, had a rough week huh?
and isnt it the start of the week at the moment? O.o
im alright, thnx for asking maru
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:49 pm
Coloring..and RPing, that's about it XD
"MAKE ME." Something about the whole demonic genes in his system had given Demy one hell of a bad attitude. ...Well he always had the ability to have a temper tantrum, but actually lashing out with claws and teeth was not something he would have done before. "Pfffft like the two of you have style, SHEESH. That guy over there is insane...and you? Just look at you!" Hoboy, Demy just didn't know when to shut up.
The rockstar kicked out at the light strand, trying desperately to keep it away. ...Unfortunately all he managed to do was get it stuck on one of the many belts adorning his pants. Spitting curses, Demy squirmed to free himself from Chef, and kicked his foot in an attempt to free it from the lights.
Meanwhile, Chris merely stared at them with large, horrified eyes. ...yeah, he wasn't going to be much help either.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:51 pm
I want to join in right now, but I don't know how I'd do that......or if I should D:
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:00 pm
No rest for the wicked, that's a fact. As soon as I start to unwind and relax, something else jumps up and makes me tense again. x_x
BAHAHA poor, poor Chris. xd
"Oh ah will, Sparky, I will," Chef replied in a low, growling voice. The much larger audio's mood was getting darker and darker by the moment. "You brats these days need to be shipped off to military sch- HA! Nice try!" Demy's first kick sent the tree swaying, but Chef made sure to bolt the damn thing to the floor... Nevermind that he'd have to move it sometime anyway. It was bad enough that ornaments went missing, but if the whole tree did... That would be bad. Just. Bad.
Chef barked laughter as Sparky became tangled in the lights. "HA! SO much for your style," he sneered, grabbing some tinsel to wrap and tie him up with too.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:02 pm
cool, what you coloring demy?
*gives maru a relaxing massage*
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:06 pm
His HAIR man! gonk His hair!
Just...RP I guess? XD I dunno.
>.> Audio. I'm coloring Audio, as usual XD;
"Pffft, like you're gonna make me shut up..and military school? Oh come on man that's so...OLD school and s**t. Just ARGH, let me go!" Demy snarled, trying unsuccessfully to free himself. In reality all he was doing was becoming further entangled. "Oh nice comeback, didja learn that one in your fancy military school? Jackass..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:09 pm
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