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 Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:48 am
"So, this is where we're supposed to come to talk to each other?"
"Are you my . . . grandfather?"
"What? You mean my little boy has a boy of his own? But how can that be? He's only three years old!"
"D-dad? But I watched you die! How can you be standing in front of me?!"
"Quit your sniveling. I can't believe a son of mine is so sentimental . . ."
There is only one rule in this room: NO FIGHTING
You know what I mean. If you start s**t in this room, your post will be deleted. Fighting between characters is fine, encouraged, even. But do not make it personal!
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:53 am
"FINALLY!" Gir explodes.... wait a tick.
Damian sets up a huge chair and takes a seat. "Good.. I'm taking over. No questions ask just do as I say and I won't stab you."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:56 am
"Now there's a son I could be proud of! It's a shame he's Wayne's kid . . ."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:02 pm
Narrows eyes. "Tt..." Crosses arms and sits back.
"More members of the Damian Wayne fan club?" Walks in and messes up Damian's hair and keeps walking.
Death glare at Grayson.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:03 pm
"What fresh hell is this?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:09 pm
Slag, I think Dark said, he would make this once he finished making the rules and such.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:12 pm
Damian snaps his fingers. "Match, come here and help me in my quest for world domination. I'll give you all the ice cream you stomache and hook you up with father's little black book." Grins evilily and starts plotting.
Rolls eyes. "We should round the guys up and hit the town."
"I'm game!!!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:23 pm
"What is your bidding, O holder of dairy-based treats?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:37 pm
Then if he deletes the thread, I won't mind. But until such time as that happens, I shall continue posting here.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:35 pm
"Nobody hits the town like the men in the Queen family!"
"Ahahahahaha! I was raised by monks, grandpa."
"I can out-man-whore you, dad. I'll teach you to be disappointed in me."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 2:23 pm
"Oh my, if it isn't Robert Queen. Are these handsome young men related to you? That one is exactly your spit and image."
"Hey! You may be me, but I'd thank you to stick with the man you chose and not take mine. Hey there, Sharpshooter."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 2:31 pm
Oliver walked over to his Dinah and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the woman. "Hey, there, Pretty Bird. You should see it in heaven, there's lots of targets for me to take shots at."
"The one slobbering over the other you is my son, and the one that apparently raised by monks is my grandson."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 2:54 pm
"I'll take monk boy under my wing and show him how us Arrow boys play hard." Grinns and grabs Connor. 'Come on bro, off to strip club with ya."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 2:57 pm
Connor followed Roy. "Dude, I'm not a lame-a**! I've been laid! Hell, remember that DP we had with that one assassin? Yeah, I don't need to remind you what happened."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 3:02 pm
Roy face palm. "Yeah that ended up in disaster though. I almost lost vital parts of my anatomy afterwards. You fell out a window.. It was not pretyy." Smirks. "Well... It was fun though." Drags Connor along.
Makes a face. "Ewww.. Roy I worrey about you some times."
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